I mean seriously. In any other line of work, at any other store, in any other situation, every single employee (excluding me, of course) would've been fired from my store by now. At 2:00 one dude, nick, who was supposed to work at 3 called in and said he couldn't work, but couldn't give a reason. The manager said nick had to come in by 7, when I got off. At around 5 we called his house to see if he even planned on coming in, and his dad said he had something going on with his cousin in Wisconsin. Great. Then, at 6:50 Nick calls the store and says he's puking up blood. BLOOD. Puuuuuh-lease. For a while it looked like I was going to have to work until 11, which would've sucked because, not only was I looking forward to hanging out with Jess, but tonight is the only evening I have off until Sunday. But he did end up coming in.....but at 7:30. I was pissed. He better get fired. What a jerk.

So yeah, Jess and I hung out....which pretty much consisted of sitting around and passing Lakeville gossip back and forth, and then watching Edward ScissorHands. Good times. My family almost lived down the road from her....and Hunecke...Travis Holmes...and *GASP* Suz, but some family out-bid us on the house. It would've been a good neighborhood....but I had always liked our current house better, even if nobody really lives close to me. Except Saienga, but that's across the marsh and in a different neighborhood.

Anyways, that's all I've got. Peace.