I am strangely cranky today. No, that’s not true, it’s not all that strange when I’m cranky, I just am cranky about strange things. In no particular order:

Ø Training. I hate training people. HATE it. I am great at making manuals, but having someone watch me work skeeves me out. Blegh.

Ø Smiling. A man at B0rders told me the following today: “You would be much prettier if you smiled”. Because I’m really, truly trying to look pretty for you, asshole. I should have said something. Something along the lines of “You would be much prettier if you lost 100 lbs, and you’ll be far less pretty if someone punches you in the face, which someone might do the next time you make an unsolicited comment about their appearance.” I don’t know why it bugged me so much but it really did.

Ø Work. Specifically, the fact that I have only three days left of work here and I don’t care to do these closings any longer. Nor do I care to listen to DC bitch at me about how I do things. I was told that if a company does NOT appear on the Magic Company List, we pay them $75 for closings. I send a packet today to a company not on the Magic Company List, and she yells at me because they only get $50, not $75. IF YOU DON’T TELL ME THIS STUFF, I WILL NEVER KNOW IT. Don’t expect me to read your mind about this crap, you have to actually tell me.

Also, I am worried about Mitch’s mom. She had a heart attack Sunday night – they left for Minnesota just after work on Monday. I hope she’s ok. Mitch & Nai, wherever you are, I’m thinking of you. I would pray for you but I just kinda don’t do that sort of thing at all, ever, but you’re in my thoughts. If any of you are willing, keep my friend’s mom in your thoughts or prayers or whatever too, please.

In happier news, I am getting my hair cut tomorrow. Yay! That makes me happy. I may end up with Very Short Hair – I’m kind of sick of this long stuff. Plus it gets all weighed down & flat when it gets longish because it’s so thin. We’ll see, it’s taken a long time to get it this long but I’m just not thrilled with it. But then again, if I cut it all off what the heck am I going to do with it when I’m at the gym? Decisions, decisions.

I just got a wonderful and sweet email from the boyfriend. Hee. That makes me much less cranky.

One more hour & then I get to go to the gym! How much do I love the gym lately? It makes my stresses all go away & I just think about using the muscles in my legs to run run run.