everybody's working for the weekend....

it's been a long day, and i'm tired. since i freely admit this post may not be my best work, i'll understand if you scroll down and read a previous post instead.

still there?

summer camp starts tomorrow, so my day was spent at school. my assistant and i cleaned mysterious crud off the walls, scrubbed dried paint and other substances off the chairs, and swapped out zoo animal decorations for dinosaurs. by the time we were chased out of the building at 5:00, we still had a fair bit to do, which is why i'm planning on going in at 7 a.m. to accomplish a bit more before the two year olds begin to appear.

after work, i spent a couple of hours at a friend's house, helping her set up her email. (long story- don't ask.) upon returning home and discovering that my makeup shipment still had not arrived, i called my part time employer and discovered that, despite being assured previously that a replacement shipment would be on its way to me last night, it would not actually be shipped until thursday, and would therefore arrive next wednesday.....a week and a half late. (wednesday, by the way, is when the new order goes in.) the customer service rep on the other end of the phone line offered a weak apology "for any inconvenience this may cause you", but quite frankly, i'd prefer:

1. an emailed apology to each of my customers admitting that the company screwed up, not me. (to be composed by the customer service rep, of course.)

2. my shipment to be delivered, pronto

aaaaarrrrggghhh. if i had pms right now, someone would be in really big trouble.

i feel much better getting that off my chest.

(by the way, i'm typing this on my old-school, pre-pentium (i'm pretty sure) windows 95-equipped computer, so if the little codes i put in to make some words bold didn't work, you'll just have to forgive me.)

for some reason, an old loverboy tune about everybody working for the weekend has been running through my head for the past two days. i do not know how it came up on my mental jukebox, but i really wish it would stop.

and on that note (actually, i'm sure it's 30+, with the guitar part after the first line of the chorus), i need to reply to a comment or two and head for bed.

i'll try to be a little more entertaining tomorrow- a couple of cherry cokes should do the trick.