Word of the Day: forfend I just want to put it out in the void of the internet that, even if Mr. Hsu doesn't listen to a word any one of us tell him, Adrian is a lying, stealing, cheating, nervous bastard. The atmosphere in the office today was nearly electirc. I knew something big was in the works, and not only the preparation for the Opera system. Yesterday corporate came down to have the property meeting. This was Mr. Hsu's third week in a row coming down to check on us, and we were all wondering why the hell he was coming and coming and never doing anything other than asking dumb questions and tearing up the office. I do know that yesterday morning everyone was in a bad mood, but I went home at ten [more on that later]. I heard this morning through very reliable heresay that Adrian told Mr. Hsu that Cyndi and Jeff were stealing money from the deposits, from the safes, etc. They both said they weren't sure which way Adrian would go, if he would play dumb or accuse them, but I always knew that as soon as Mr. Hsu got any whiff or hint of what was going on down here Adrian would immediately point fingers. All of the managers know he steals money, Cong had suspicions he says [but I'm sure he knew something prior to all of this going down] and he's only been here since October, and both Yadida and I know because we're in the office and see him adjusting crap off and we're at the desk when he takes money from the drawers. Adrian said yesterday that he was feeling badly, but we all knew it was just nerves because corporate was so close to finding him out. I suppose he cares nothing of honesty, of loyalty, of friendship. He lies about so many things, I don't think he knows what's right and what he's lying about. Cong was so mad about what was going on that he called corporate today and told Chia-Huy that he was going to Houston to see Mr. Hsu, but instead she said they'd come down here. When I left and four-thirty they hadn't shown up, and Simon never told us whether they were on their way or what after he'd talked to Chia-Huy. I'm sure, though, they'll be hanging out tomorrow, asking people all sorts of questions. And I'll tell them what I know. How Adrian takes money from the desk and the safe and never buys me stamps and does all sorts of crazy checkouts and adjustments to the Priority Club account [which only started recently] and always shirks responsibilities by pushing it all off on Cyndi and Jeff. By the end of the year, some one[s] will be fired. Im crossing my fingers that it's Adrian and no one else. So, like I said, I left yesterday at ten. Reason being I was at the desk with the wrong shoes, lots of cramps, and nothing to eat, so I told Cyndi I felt really weak and achy and feverish and she said I could go home. I did and I felt like I had described for about twenty minutes, then I danced around my room singing 'I'm playing hooky, I'm playing hooky.' Never in my life have I ditched either school or work to hang out, eat lunch with my husband, and read half of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I mean, I've never ditched either school or work for anything, but espeically not because of that. Good times yesterday, indeed. However, I believe Patrick might have pink eye. I've never had pink eye and I kind of don't know what it looks like, but the lady at the daycare was saying a lot of the kids have what looks like pink eye but come back from the doctor's with no pink eye. Tomorrow morning, if his eye looks like it did this afternoon, all red and swollen and green and white oozy stuff coming out of it, I'm taking him to the doctor just to be sure. Because that's all I need is a pink eyed baby over the weekend. Tomorrow is Mission Day, I've just been reminded by speaking of the weekend. I was really mad about all this Adrian crap this morning, but I'm not so much anymore. I'm just distracted. PS. I'm now obsessed with From Under the Cork Tree. I've stolen a line.