jerry031

Hhhmmmmm, what to write. Two and a half weeks and I get a week of leave. I need it, too. I'm burned out. By that time I should find out about the promotion. Wish me luck, but get ready to celebrate passover.

Here's something you probably didn't know, I can't spell so good when I'm drunk. An example:

Scene...Jerry, inebriated, at a dive bar in Las Vegas. He starts to talk to nameless drunk girl.

Nameless Drunk Girl: "Say Happy Birthday"
Drunk Jerry: "Happy Birthday!!! Did you get what you wanted?"
Nameless Drunk Girl: "Not everything..."
Drunk Jerry: 'What didn't you get?"
Nameless Drunk Girl: "I want to celebrate with something that sounds like 'cake' but with an 'o' instead of an 'a'."
Now at this point, Drunk Jerry thinks cake is spelled C-A-C-K. So he says: "I think I can get you some of that."
Nameless Drunk Girl: "Really?!?! That would be great!"
Drunk Jerry comes to his senses: "Oh, sure I think...oh shit, you mean...sorry can't help you there."
Drunk Jerry slinks off in embarassment for his poor drunken spelling skills.

In other news, today felt like it was a week long. I hate training days. Not enough chaos. Love to you.