Cell Phone

Ok, so I know it's late, but I've just been inspired to post.

I started work today at Atlas & Hall again. It's fun. Today I moved up in the world - I got a desk! Oh yes, a desk. This is important man. See, usally I work in the file room as a clerk. When I got promoted to closing files, I got moved to the entire BUILDING in the back that the firm uses for old files, and sure, I got my own desk there but it's CLEARLY not the same thing, you know it?

Ok, so now I'm an assistant to a legal assistant to a partner, Mr. Mills. His assistant's name is Imelda Perez and she's like 3 years older than me and is married and used to be the assistant to the old legal assitant [number 2 of 5] who worked under Mr. Mills - Pearl. So, now she does Pearl's job and I'm [dum dum dum..] REFILING. I knew it was gonna be interesting when about half an hour into the day Imelda walks into the file room where I am cleaning shred [fancy words which in this instance mean pulling staples out of paper to be shredded - by the barrell] and waiting to be told by office manager Janet what I'm actually doing here that

1. She missed me
2. She's glad I'm back
3. Didn't Janet tell me I'd be helping her?
4. P.S. She's REALLY glad I'm here THIS PARTICULAR MORNING...

Oh goodness...

I enjoyed having my own desk today, and I even called my dad twice from my phone just because I could [and by my phone I mean the one on my desk...gettin' the picture now genius?] Yes, glorious. I'm getting PAID TO COLOR CODE AND ORGANIZE FILES...CAN LIFE GET BETTER? I SUBMIT THAT IT CANNOT!

Moving on, I went to Barnes and Noble today and bought Layne a funny book in Spanish in the Libros para Ninos section. He wants one to help him learn Spanish. We even went out on a special shopping trip to find one, but couldn't. Stupid Abilene Hastings. Jerk Faces. Speaking of Jerk Faces and Layne...[hehehe], he's been in Tennessee with Ryan Porche since Thursday. Now, I've got Layne trained up pretty well, he knows the rule about traveling: CALL WHEN YOU GET THERE. Well, he definately called when he got there Thursday, but I was outside with Joshua watching him try to pull his backpack out of the backseat of my car without spilling raspa all over it. Meanwhile, Layne was telling my mom to tell me he called. She waited till AFTER I had done the dishes to tell me, and by that time his phone was off. So, no Layne. So, I called him and left him a message that I had recieved said phone call and that I appreciated how well he was trained [giggle] and that he'd better call me when he got back from Tennesse OR ELSE. umph.

So, hours are passing by here and I'm thinking

1. he's dead
2. he's taking a late flight
3. Jerk Face

I'm more inclined to think three, just because then I get to say "Jerk Face" which is fun. I know it can't be #1 or certainly SOMEONE would've told me by now. However if it actually turned out to be #1 and I was thinking #3, then I'm the Jerk Face, and that's no good. So, in the intrests of all involved, I said to myself, "Self, it may even be #2, so let's give him 24 hours. After all, he even called from the woods that one time...dumb leadership camp. Must be jinxed there, since that's where Chikin came from [stupid possessed cow...]"

11:11 pm: I'm asleep after watching a VERY FUNNY [but old] Family Guy and the phone rings. Who is it? Ah yes, Spaz Master. Good boy. He apologized for waking me, but I figure that's ok. I tell him it's no big deal because I love him and he makes me happy about life [as I sit up and rub my groggy eyes]. And since we both agree making me happy is CLEARLY the most important value here, we're good.

Note: Apparantly, I need to hurry up and get my new cell phone. To pour salt on an open wound, he said he usually doesn't call "homes" [like parentals, seperate from "dorms" or "apartments" or even "houses" where we live] after 10:00, but he took a leap of faith and called anyway...if I'd only had a cell phone I wouldn't have missed the first call or run the risk of not gettin the second one.

Shut up Layne.

How's My Kid?

Ok, so you all know those little stickers that say "How's My Driving?" that can be found on the back of semi trucks and student driver cars the world over? Well, there should DEFINATELY be ones for children. If I were a parent, I'd have a sticker on my kid's behind every week when I take it to Church. That way my kid will never become the spawn of Satan. No sir, not MY child.

P.S. I taught Sunday School this morning...more later

P.P.S. You can add

-A Series of Unfortunate Events
-Daddy Day Care
-Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen &
- Mona Lisa Smile

to the list of movies I've seen