So today nathan came to work so that I could leave and take the window (that I broke out of my house while on valium and locked out) to the only place i could find that said they could fix it. Granted its only 30$ cheaper than buying a new window but 30$ is 30$ So I leave work and I have the directions to the place mapquested. I drive up and down this residental street its supposed to be on and I don't see anything. So I get out of the car and finally see and old man on a porch. I yell at him "you know if theres a window repair store anywhere near here?"
and he just looks up and says, "yep thats me"
weird. I mean if hes just going to sit outside he should at least carry a sandwich sign and a bell or something.
anyway, in a week or so I should have a window to replace kelli's.
Work was lame yet again. At least I got out of the last half of the day. I'm so poor i should be dead.