Is it just me or does this week seem to go on forever. I’m beginning to hate these four day work weeks when Monday is the day off. It’s like starting your week on vacation just makes it seem so much longer, whereas when Friday is the day off you have something to look forward to all week.
Last night I was supposed to go pick up my little and hang out with him. I called his house and he was busy, so when he finally got on the phone I asked him if he would rather postpone for Friday or Saturday. He said he’d rather do Saturday when we’d have more time to hang out. So Saturday it is… which I’m happy with because I usually don’t have much to do early during the day on Saturdays.
OMG, did Robert seriously just come over to my desk, open my deks drawer, get my product binder, then go back to his desk without saying a word to me? All the while I’m sitting here staring at him. How rude is that? This is MY desk?!?!? That’s how a bitch get stabbed.
Anyway… Since my plans got postponed, I made new ones. I called Ivan and we decided to have dinner and hang out. I picked him up at his apartment and we went to the Hula Hut. I’ve decided that I like their nachos, so I no longer mind going there… that is I don’t mind going when it’s not busy. I don’t know what it is with people in this town thinking that it’s cool to hang out and drink in crowded restaurants. No ma’am.
It doesn’t make any sense to go to Trudy’s, Hula Hut, Chuy’s, or places like that for happy hour on Friday afternoons and such. You know it’s going to be crowded with like a two hour wait to get a table. I’d rather go someplace empty and be able to sit with my friends and actually have a conversation… not to mention get get good service.
Anyway, Hula Hut was empty so we sat out on the patio, had dinner and drinks, and caught up on missed time. I think it’s been over a year since we last hung out/dated. I could look it up and get an exact date if the stupid memories feature on LJ wasn’t “temporary disabled”.
There were a bunch of crows around our table begging for chips. Those things were evil. They would not go away. One of them was standing on the ground about one foot from our table staring up at us. When we stopped paying attention to it, it flew up, snatched a chip from the basket on our table, and flew away. At first I thought it was flying up to attack us and eat our eyes. It scared the crap out of me.
After dinner we went to my apartment and hung out chatting and started to watch a movie, but it got late so I took him home.
Today I came to work an hour and forty-five minutes late because I didn’t feel well and didn’t want to get out of bed. My allergies are killing me right now. I really should get on the pill (Claritin or Allegra), but I’m such a slackass about that.
Tonight I’m hanging out with Xochi, but we haven’t finalized the details yet. Thirteen emails between us and we can’t seem to nail down a plan. What is wrong with us?
In other news, I stopped to get gas last night and my left hand STILL smells like gasoline. It’s disgusting. I’ve washed it a hundred times, used the antibac hand sanitizer and everything and it won’t go away. I’m ready to chop it off.
Feeling: ready to go home
Hearing: Shakira - Ojos Asi
