Well...Labor Day Weekend is officially off & running....
I'm standing in my kitchen, it's just after 9pm, and I'm making some Velveeta Shells & Cheese to eat for dinner. I didn't like the dinner selection made by the boys around here, so I opted out. Mac & Cheese for me please!
Dad's in town this weekend, so he's coming over tomorrow to help with some projects (whoa!!!!), and he's bringing us breakfast. Woohoo!
....and after the sh*tty day I had at work, it's nice to think that I don't have to return until Wednesday. Lucky me! My friend, Vicki, is going to New Zealand...so she switched my Monday shift with her Wednesday shift so she will have a full day for packing & last minute prep.
And today at work....I officially found the use for the phrase, "That's Not My Job." Now in the past, that phrase has been an ultimate no-no for me. Mega pet-peeve. But today, when a less than pleasant male told me that he was seeing double, so I was "twice as cute", and subsequently asked me to hold his dick while he peed, well, I officially found the use of "NOT MY JOB." Funny---when I got a big man in there to help him (after all, he requested assistance & I was not going to leave the man without help), well....suddenly he no longer required any help with that task. Hmmm...funny how it works that way.
So....we will hopefully have a VERY productive weekend. Wish me luck!