so, working 90 hours a week at three jobs SUCKS. I gave my two weeks at Harps, so I could babysit 4-year-old triplets. $10 an hour and only 20 hours a week? hell yeah! jeremy is being so good. he's taken over all the domestic stuff for the next week or so until my two weeks are up at harps. he does the dishes, makes dinner, picks up max's unmentionables. so nice, let me tell you! but damn I'm tired. yesterday was such a weird day. I should have just turned around and went back home as soon as the lady behind me told me that my zipper in my skirt was all the way undone and my undies were in full view. so, I saftey pinned the skirt together and went on with the day. at harps that night I had a guy try and write a hot check, another lady short me $10, kept walking to the wrong place and locking myself out of my drawer, we were short a checker so it was BUSY and people were irritable. I just made up a little speach in my head if anyone complained "listen, I'm working 90 hours this week. next week will be the same. we are short a checker and short on my patience. you complain again and you'll be paying for MY groceries." I'm so close to finishing kate's jacket! I wish I had some TIME. gr.... oh, and as far as wedding plans...you know, I never had a problem with my mother. NEVER. we have always been so close. now that I'm planning my wedding- I want to strangle her and all I do is complain about her. why???? this pheonominon (spelling?) as well as the one at the grocery store where everyone comes to the front at the same time to check out really confuse me. ok, so I'm at work, I think I should do something work related. it sucks being non-certified. I'm basically a go-fer shadow.