Month: July 2002

Whew! Finished updating the Dump so you have my full attention again. Well, okay, not my FULL attention.

It was timesheet day today. My supervisor comes by in the morning and signs my timesheet for the week. That means I have to determine by 11am what time I’m staying until. Today I said I was staying until 4:30pm. Because I’ll only get paid until then, you can bet I won’t “accidently” stay until 5:00pm.

I’m starting to really stress out about the fact that my contract ends on August 15th. I would REALLY like an extension, considering how barren monster.com has been lately.

I’m trying to update the main dump, so if I had anything I was going to say here, I’ll probably save it for there. I think maybe it will be posted by 10pm tonight, which is way past my bedtime.

Just a quickee update. The weather here is just about perfect, if you ask me. Mid-70’s. Ahhhh. I’ve slept like a baby the past two nights. Of course, I’m inside, so you know, it’s hard to tell if it’s nice. I’m two layers of glass away from the outside world…the section where I sit has all the “real” windows covered with a plastic/glass thingy…basically I guess they do it to keep the heat in, or to keep the riff-raff out. If it wasn’t there it’s possible we could open the windows.

I don’t know that I would…even with the 2nd layer it often smell like lawnmower and/or truck fumes in here. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

Another thing about last Friday’s concert (ya, I’ll stop soon) is that one of the casino goons (they look like secret service guys) went to each table to tell them no pictures, and no recording devices. Well, my cell phone has a record feature to do voice memos, but Deb wouldn’t let me use it.

However, I did call someone for just 5 seconds so they could hear Eye in the Sky in the background. I just had to.

I should have called my answering machine and just filled it up, but I didn’t want to cause trouble. Oh, and p.s. to that horrible female who decided that nobody would get autographs: Pbtbtbtbtbtbt. There were only 5 of us standing there, and I’m the only one holding a cd and a sharpie. I didn’t even need to MEET him, I mean, she could have brought it out back. I wonder if Alan Parsons even knows this woman blew off one of his biggest fans. So my plan to scan in the CD cover for the website was blown.

I hope the owner of Fussy writes even more stuff! I’m SO addicted now I want more! MORE!