Belligerent

2005-04-21 - 11:07 p.m.

Let me just say something here, and I'll feel better:

No, ma'am. I wasn't treating you like a 'criminal'. You wanted to write a check? I had to get approval. That's just the way it goes.

And one more thing. You absolutely reeked of booze and body odor. Try a shower, and don't tell me you're not drunk.

You can probably guess from that what happened. Belligerent bitch. The customer is not always right.

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Other than that, work was wonderful. Quick and painless. Tomorrow is payday. Yay! :-)

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I have a Mother's Day gift all picked out for mom. I'll be grabbing that tomorrow. I think she'll love it.

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My appointment is all made for my tattoo. I've decided to get it on my outer right calf, after a little coercing from the tattooist.

"Wear it where people can see."

Good idea. I don't do tanktops. It's just not me -- and I want to display it proudly. It's not that I don't like tanktops. I cannot, for the life of me -- get a tan. I'm mostly Irish for Pete's sake. Straight to a burn. Everytime.

And trust me. I'm as pasty as Casper after falling into a vat of flour.

Yuck!

Now, if this tattoo goes well, there will be more. I'm seriously considering getting another one that says "Erasure" -- for my fave band. We'll see. :-)

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Sorry to say -- but I'm exhausted. I'll try to sleep. Maybe I'll be back. Who knows?