so... my phone got disconnected, and i have to talk to mpi. those bastards are trying to keep the money for the car. every time i call the adjuster it's "oh, call me tomorrow" and then the same thing the next day. it's getting on my nerves. okay, so i went to this job interview at the trisec building, and i got it. so then i go the next day for work, and it's totally not what the boss lady said it was. i was going to be the copy room technician.. and the freakin janitor. and then, to top it off, i went out for a smoke, and these girls were like "oh, what school did you go to?" miles mac.. "oh, you, uh, didn't go to university?" no "when did you graduate?" i didn't.. so then they all give me nasty looks and scurry away like i'm contaminating the air. and then... the boss lady says to me, "you can't wear that" meaning my black zip up sweater. "and i noticed that there's a bleach spot on your pants, you can't wear those either" well!! the nicest clothes i have, and i'm being told that they're utter shit. so anyways, a few more hours of people asking me where i went to school, telling me that their garbages needed emptying, and i was out of there. hit the road jack, and don't ya come back no more. so yeah. fun times. corporate world not for cavewoman... yeah. rawr. so, there's these people digging a moat around my house. seriously! k, no, they're digging down to fix the foundation, but it really looks like were making a moat. and they ripped down my fence! so my dogs have to be watched while they're outside. oh, last night, we drove to the payphone, and when we got back, nicki comes running over to the car. how'd she get out? stupid fat adrian left his window open again! retard. i swear. that guy is driving me nuts. and then last night, he stays up until two, and i tell him to let the dogs out before he goes to bed because he gave them some water. i wake up a few minutes after he went to his room, cause frankie is barking. he locked them in the kitchen, and didn't take them out, and frankie was trying not to pee on the floor. i hate him. he owes us like, six hundred dollars, and he's arguing about it with me. i swear, i'm just going to snap. but yeah. i should find a pay phone and call that mpi idiot, and maybe i'll be able to go down and get my check. hopeful, as always. the one, the only, laura michelle*