It's been interesting living with no internet...

No pants there, but I think I found some old bacon...

Maybe, like €ureMeinke's, they are in the mail.

Sooooo....

How'd you post this then?

;)

I meant, no internet for the last 2 days. :p

Which, in not-having-interent time is the equivalent of 8 months (don't ask me how I know this - it's a complicated mathematical formula).

Well... I just learned why I never went to company parties when I worked at SBC. I went to the party of the rental company I am working at. I actually stayed late last night, helping to set things up for tonight (keep in mind I am not a perm employee, I am technically still employed by the temp agency). Last night everyone else left, but the person who was trying to pull this whole thing together and myself. She and I finished setting the tables and making sure the basics were all done. I got home last night at 7, when I had clocked out at 5:30.

Today I had to work my normal Saturday shift with a showroom that I couldn't really use to show anyone anything. Luckily, I only had 4 people come in to see the showroom. I was able to help 3.

Tonight was a fully catered dinner, DJ and open bar. I had met a few people at a restaraunt/cantina before hand. I got there with a decent buzz, which quickly went to Hell when I had to start "mothering" a co-worker to try to keep her drunk ass from being too stupid.

After the lights came back on I helped to clean stuff up. The biggest, messiest table was the one the showroom workeers sat at. Ok, I took care of their mess and made sure that nothing else had to be done tonight before I left the building.

I saw the person who had organized the party was very upset about something, so I asked the owner/general manager why she was so upset. Someone had stolen the bartender's tip har. Not just the money, but the whole jar. This is verrrrrry insulting to everyone who works there. The DJ/bartender is a very good client of ours. Luckily our owner/GM took care of them. But it still makes me mad.

I got outside to see all of my fellow showroom workers trying to figure out who was driving who home. At that point Nickolas called to see when I would be home. When I looked down I saw the beer bottles. They were litterally behind every single tire of the DJ/bartender's truck. Placed there by the warehouse employees that had gotten "cut off."

I then spent another 10 minutes making sure that we got them all picked up.

Now I get to be a mom at home and put Nickolas to bed. He had been waiting up for me to get home so that I can tuck him in.

*sigh*

;)

Just teasing, Matt!

I don't know what I'd do with myself if I couldn't log on a few times a day!

Is there an IAA? (Internetaholics Annonamous):eek:

Yea, but they really need to get a new way to do the meetings - live chat just isn't cutting it for them.

Argh. Stories like that just make me wanna kill someone. I don't know why people are like that. I am sorry that you had to put up with all that. :mad: :mad: :mad:
I am not sure what your reaction was, but this part just made the rest of the night okay. How sweet that Nickolas waited for Mom. It put a smile on my face.