Well, I don't have too much to say this morning, only that people who have a scheduled appointment at a certain time should keep that time. Not 20 minutes early. I was suppose to be at work @ 6:30am to help unload some stuff our clients were picking up at 10 to seven. I needed the extra time to hop on the pallet jack and re-learn how to drive the silly thing. I arrived at work a few minutes before I was scheduled and our clients were already here! Grrrr. So I had to drive the pallet jack with 5 guys watching me. Okay, have I ever mentioned that I'm very self-conscious when I feel put on the spot? Well, I do. Thankfully I managed to maneuver the jack into the freezer with out any problems... the first time. After unloading a pallet of whipped cream I went back into the freezer for the pallet of pastry shells. It only took about 10 tries to successfully pick up that pallet not to mention getting back into the freezer. Now, on the part of the people I work with, I would have thought they would be smart enough to realize that each box of pastry shells weighs the equivalent of a empty box and therefor should have been shrink wrapped together so people like me can't knock them all over the warehouse floor. That aside, I safely delivered the boxes to the waiting (oh so patiently). As they loaded up their truck and tried to figure out how to keep the pastry shells from flying out of the back and littering the interstate, my job was to get the jack back into place and plugged into the charger. Should be a simple job, but knowing me, I managed to completely humiliating myself by actually driving into a stationary brick wall! The five guys stopped messing with their load and looked up to laugh at my perdicament. Oh well the bruise on my left leg should be gone by late August.
Yesterday I was told some news that completely made my heart stop then race on double time, of course I'm not going to disclose what made that happen. Has that ever happened to anyone else? Man, It took me 5 minutes to recover. Anyway, I found out yesterday that we didn't get the house on West Blvd. I am seriously bummed out. We all had our hearts set on it. I hate to be the one to tell these girls... I doubt that we will find anything that fit our needs like that house did. Okay enough depressing stuff I have a story that should make most of you laugh. I got home late last night and was completely exhausted. All I wanted to do was go to bed. So I went into the bathroom to wash my face and do the normal night time routine and closed the door. After I finished I tried to open the door but the knob only turned in my hand. Uh oh, I thought... this isn't good! For the next few minutes I wiggled and jiggled the knob hoping for the door to pop open. After 10 minutes I realized that I was trapped in a really hot bathroom and my roommate & her boyfriend were sound asleep. At times like these you really have to enjoy God's sense of humor! Anyway after calling her name to no avail,, I knocked on the wall seperating her room and the bathroom. They both hopped out of bed thinking someone was trying to get into the house. I finally had their attention and all they could do was laugh! It's freaking 1:15am and I'm locked in a bathroom, not really looking forward to sleeping on the ground or climbing out a window that's 8 feet off the ground. Jeremy had to climb through the window (just barely making it in with out serious injury) and started pounding on the door. He was getting slightly upset because I was right and the hinges were not budging with out the aid of a power tool.We finally had to break the door down. I had ended up trapped in a sweltering bathroom for over an hour. When ever we want to use the bathroom we have to manually pick up the door and place it in front of the opening. Crazy, huh?
I really don't have a lot to say today. In fact, I feel kindof weird knowing that people will be reading this. Cherry, Melissa, and I will be of to Ben's cabin to help stain and lay carpet, I think, in just a few minutes. The forcast is promising us to be hot and miserable, on the bright side we'll have a chance to see the damage from the fire. Not that damage is good, but people usually are driven by this morbid curiousity, especially when it includes natural disasters.
Well, slowly this site should shape up! I'll write again soon.
This is a test, this is only a test. If this were an actual entry for Jessica's journal we would hope to read something with a little more substance.
