Funny thing about global warming...no one bothered to tell the city of Saginaw that it's supposed to get warmer! Now, don't everybody get on my case for sounding like I'm a fan of it, I'm not, I'm not a stupid bastard who just likes in hot, in fact the colder it is, the happier I am...to a point. But when you can not only see your breath, but hear it crash to the ground like you can around here...that's when I draw the line. I don't want to get off on a rant here, but why do people with shitty jobs have this sense that "how dare you come into my work"? There's a desk down in the lobby of the cell where I live (it's called sarcasm people, I don't literally mean a "cell", I just hate my dorm room), and the girls who work down at that desk act like it's the hardest job in the world, but see, the problem is: it's not the hardest job in the world. My problem with them is that they think the entire building rests on their shoulders, like the building would crumble to it's foundation if they weren't there. Christ, they overcompensate for what's basically a monkeys job. They sit there and watch people go in and out, anybody could waltz behind the desk and do what they do. They've got this huge ego, so they're making it seem like their job is something so much more epic and important then it really is. They work at the service desk of a dormitory, and badly I might add. I have a shitty job at a store back home, but I don't act like it's not a shitty job, it's a shitty job and I work like it is. I mean, what's the point of thinking that you're so much more advanced then the people who you have to deal with when they ask you for change for a $5 or God forbid, ask where something is in the building. If they're really that much smarter then the people who live in the building, then what are they doing at that kind of a job? I don't know, that's my rant for the day though. Anyway, I also found out that there is really no one out there who can tolerate the Detroit Tigers enough to actually go to Opening Day, I mean, since my first choice won't go, it's harder to find people who don't have back spasms from laughing so hard when I ask them if they want to go or not. Anyway, I'm outta here, I get to go back to my room with my roommate. On the plus side, it's a little after 10:00, so he's already in bed. HARRY: Yeah, I called her up. She gave me a bunch of crap about me not listening to her or something, I don't know. I wasn't really paying attention.