Friday night at work. There was no paperwork. Not one thing to do. The phone rang one time. And by that I mean, 1 ring, the person hung up. It was Dead. Not that it's a bad thing, but it made for a long night. I spent hours perusing LOL Cats sites. Which literally made me laugh my ass off. I guess you have to be a cat person. Only cat persons would think cats actualy had thoughts outside of. Hungry. Clean litter. Pet me. Go away. Throw toy. I actually have conversations w/them.
Saturday night was funny. A half hour after I get here, a group of 10 girls comes in, the one girl has on a veil. I thought maybe there was some bachelorette drama going on. She was doing a scavenger hunt. She asked if there was an officer here to write her a written warning. Which there wasn't. Then she asked if there was a fireman who could put on his fire suit. No. I said it's just me, their all out on calls. I asked if there was anything else I could get her, and she asked for a lock of mans chest hair. I said, I really wish I could get that for you. *sigh* I told her the bar where there are always a few cops doing security and they went up to find them. Oh, to be young and hopeful, and on the verge of marriage. Poor girl.
I think ever since I went with "new blogger" I hate it. Posts don't update. I hate it. I'm thinking about going to ride my bike when I get home at 7am. Just get the workout done, then if I laze around all day who cares? Thinking is not doing people.
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