Yeah, so like the past few days have been odd to say the least. Not anything necessarily exciting, mind you, just the same mundane routines with sprinkles of bullshit thrown in for flavor.

For starters, the damn squirrel(s) are still in the wall.

The apartment complex told me that they would get a technician out there to fix it. So after four days of back-and-forth with these bitches, on yesterday, the technician finally “fixes it”, which is code for “let me put a strip of masking tape over the hole and paint over it. Needless to say, the squirrel’s little claw came rippin’ through that tape ’round 7:30 last night.

Spray starch, meet squirrel. Tssssssss.

Called the complex this morning and they told me that they’re getting a 3rd party company to come in and remove the squirrel. I told them I’m not even going to contemplate renewing my lease until I’m sure this problem is completely remedied.

Speaking of lease renewals, I totally overlooked renewing the domain and hosting for this site, and it’s creeping up on me. Due to some recent monetary malfeasance, I’m hoping that once I get my check, I’ve got enough ends left over from paying rent to keep this baby up. Shouldn’t be no more than $60 overall, methinks.

Had a date last night with this dude I had been talking to online now for about a month. Like all my dates, this one was horrible. Not only was he three hours late, but he wanted to chastize a brotha for not calling him. I’m saying — if a guy tells you “I’m going to call” and then he doesn’t call, why should I call him? Nine times out of ten that shit blows back up in my face. Anywho, so we finally met, and dude was a supreme liar. Clearly over 100 pounds bigger than the picture he showed me, which he admitted was about five years old. And on top of that, he was a big ol’ country sissy. Dude used “tizzy” and “I do declare” in the same sentence with no pausing. I swear to God some of y’all men out there are in need of a bitch slap.

Work is work. We’ve got a couple of new people, two of which are spankalicious. Of course, it is the job, so I have to play it cool, which ain’t easy when I come into work sweatin’ like a roasted pig because it’s 99 degrees in the middle of spring.

They’ve got me training people here now. I feel all special and stuff; I hadn’t even left my probationary period and they have me training. Of course, it would help if some of the new people were more receptive to training. One lady I trained yesterday had the nerve to make comments to me about my age. Just ’cause she was pushing the broad side of Methusalah didn’t mean she had to go there. Talkin’ about “how did someone so young get to work here?” and “baby, i been doing this since before you was born”. And your point is…? She keep that shit up and her old ass will be back in the unemployment line. Another new guy here talks on the phone ALL the time. Personal calls from morning until quitting time. His excuse? “Well y’all ain’t gave me no work to do, so what y’all expect me to do? Sit around here and twiddle my thumbs and stare at folks?” C’mon people, at least act grateful that you have a job in this economy. Oh yeah…more about the work situation in the private journal.

Tonight at the Georgia Dome, there’s an American Idol “gathering” to support Diana DeGarmo. Le yawn. Don’t be surprised if she wins, kids.

And on top of all this, my washer hates my clothes. I put in clothes and detergent, run it through the wash cycle, and they come out with stains. Un-fucking-believable.