no, it's more better today

Listening to: H.E.B - The Scabs
Word of the Day: jingoism No, it really is more better today. Teresa asked me how I felt today at work, and I said I felt less like quitting. Which is true. Sometimes I get so worked up about things. But I'm glad I have something I can constructively take out my feelings on [or in]. I love you, sitD. Any road, we had our Service Committee meeting today. Jeff decided at last week's meeting that he didn't have time to be secretary so he wanted me to. I have to admit, I was sort of honored to be asked. I can't help but getting involved in what I'm doing, damn it, I just can't help it. So last night I typed up the minutes from last week's meeting and printed them out, and today at work I made copies and wrote a name on each one. I think everyone was impressed by the 'effort' I put out [the, what, thirty minutes]. I was all like, 'Yeah, well, I was taught that when you do something you do it right.' Too bad Adrian wasn't there, although hopefully Vineta will mention something tomorrow in their manager's meeting about my organizational skills and responsibility. Maybe then he'll start being nice to me. Any road, in the meeting Vineta mentioned that our guest service score for last week was eighty. So that's a really good start for this month. Hopefully we'll keep all the scores up that high for the whole of February. Our score for January was like a fifty-eight, so we need probably an eighty something to get our three month average [December, January, and February] at a passing sixty-five. That eighty made me feel a little more hopeful. I actually can't judge anything correctly, it's either rosey or black. Or whatever. So JD and I decided to do some shopping for Baby this evening. We went around to Wal-Mart and the mall and Target and looked at real changing tables/dressers and strollers and stuff and we actually wound up buying a diaper bag and baby moniters at Target. We were all pumped up and ready to buy stuff, but then we couldn't find anything at Wal-Mart [where we went first] that they had in stock. Aaaaaand...no attention span.
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baby, baby, baby, oh... baby.

Babies are great.
thanks, i'm sure it will heal up just fine.

not ghettofabulous....very cool. you seem like a down to earth, very nice person.

about that picture...i might just have to do that. i'll try to post some soon.

may i add your name to my friends list?

_paul
[Anonymous]
I'm glad yer maintainin a positive attitude bout the job. It has to help. I LOVE yer new diary (great EASTER color & the top-left pic's FANTASTIC..very artsy!) I didn't receive monetary comp for my effort..but no matter..it was a LABOR OF LOVE (i.e. I love sex)! Actually, the shoot was done by my THEN lover who is now a moderately famous photog with showings of his work at galleries all over the world. I last spoke to him 3 years ago. He's rich.
[Anonymous]
If only you were my sole experience in life. I'd then indeed ALWAYS feel like a million bucks. It's with everything ELSE I struggle. Thanks for once again profferin upliftin words durin my dark days. I predict that yer child havin such a mother as you will grow to be a happy & productive adult. When I was a child I loved when Mom gave me what I called "motorboats" (blowin thru her lips, placed loosely on my belly, to make a funny noise & sound).
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i have two other accounts here, but thanks for acknowledging me :D
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