You are a fish, not a Cigar, for tis the truth of time that stars eat rocks and other sorts of laminated brine. Mine eyes have seen the comming of the glory of the Lord. He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored. My cousin is not a piece of wire, nor a velvet cow, that one would eat a boulevard as something to endow. In thine own minature cattleprod it doth a greater thing consume, that were it to be made a Gordon, and in all things Be Shiny.
Wow. Tears well up in my eyes everytime I hear that. More insperational words have never be uddered. That is from the lost scene in Hamlet, where he defends himself from the attack of the Irish Pirate. And it works, cause the poor pirate is so confused and scared of this blabbering baffoon that he leaves.
So, Im working at my dads office today, and Im bored to death. There is NOTHING to do. I just sit here and answer the phones. The sad thing is, I dont know what to do once I answer the phones. So, in essance, I am pretty much a human answering machiene. I cant look up policies, I cant give quotes, I cant even give directions. I just write down thier name and number, and what they want and what time they called. I guess my dad doesnt want to have to write all that stuff down himself later when he checks the answering machiene. The REALLY sad thing is, the phone has only rang twice, and it was my dad both times, wondering if anyone had called. I guess I could just put all the papers he has on his desk in different piles, and say that I sorted through them. My dad would never actually look at them, and odds are he would just throw it all together in some box later anyway, but at least it would look like I did something.
Ha! I just had to take a payment. The guy handed me 283.35 and I wrote on a piece of paper that he gave it to me and signed it. whew, I think I desirve a break. The only highlight is my dad bought 16 boxes of Girlscout cookies, so I can just pig out on those.
So, 5 hours down, three to go. I forgot how wierd time feels when I sit here. I may ask dad if I can work like 10 hours a week for him, and then he just not charge me for rent. I think that is a fair exchange. And, it would give me lots of time to work on my Jeep.
Jeep update: Mark and I spent a few hours
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hmmm, dont know why it didnt want to post the rest of what I typed. Anyway, I said " pulling up carpet, and we removed the back seat, so it is pretty much ready to be painted. Well, I have to go to the bank now. Ill probibly do another long boring blog tomorrow, casue I gotta work again. See ya!
it's utterly. Maybe tomorrow you can spend your hours looking up words in the dictionary. But I am glad you're working! :)
my bad, "uttered"
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