I don't have to work again until saturday night.
Tomorrow i can do stuff around the house and relax.
Thursday i'm going out with Steph.
Friday I'm going up to LA to see Bodyworks with Michael.
This week might be okay.
I even found myself enough ingredients in my cupboards to make myself a halfway decent dinner. Some salad would be nice, but i can only hope for so much. Pasta and red wine will just have to do.
Speaking of red wine, why the fuck are corks so painful to get out? I gave myself a blister trying to pull the cork from a bottle of shiraz tonight. There's got to be a better way, people. And by "better way", I don't mean one of those corkscrews that cost more than i make in a day.
And on the topic of how much money i make, i've got a review this week. I think it will go well, but i worry. I've been promoted twice in nine months, so i don't see how it couldn't go well, but i'm sure that there are ways.
Michael gave notice at petco, and i'm extraordinarily happy about this. I hate that fucking place and half the people he works with.
And as much as i snark at people for watching bad tv (or watching tv in general), I Love the Nineties is awesome.