I worked all fucking day yesterday. We were so busy. We made $30,000 more than what we were forcasted to make. I had Jewelry but I was running around EVERYWHERE. Even over in hardlines. I told you. I do Level 3 work but I'm getting paid as a Level 1. I need a raise. Jeff came and saw me on my lunch though and Dallas and Lauren came and saw me on my last break so they made my day seem a little less-stressful. Jeff got pulled over in the Mustang on his way to see me though and got ticketed for expired registration, no inspection, and no insurance. That's going to be one fat ass ticket. Oh well. I told him he would get busted one way or another. My car's almost done. The only problem we're having right now is that the axle Will gave me is too short. So my dad has to take a nice little trip up to his shop today and get the axle out of my old rearend. After that, though, we should be good to go. So I'll definitely have my car back to drive to school tomorrow. *wipes forehead* I'm working every single fucking day this week except for Friday and Saturday. But Friday I might go in for some extra hours. And then Saturday and Sunday I'm going to re-sand and re-prime my car. My dad did his truck in a weekend, so, why can't I? Dammit. The shit-talking never stops, does it? SHUT THE FUCK UP. IT'S OVER WITH. I love Dr. Pepper..