Yippie! Tis a sunday and that means I have survived another dunk filled weekend. Time for the downhill slide into my own personal weekend. I'm afraid, however, that this one was not particularly exciting. Although a coworker of mine did try to get me shot. We had a bunch of secret service agents staying with us for Bush's visit and they were all milling around in the lobby. One of the cooks comes down and asks what's going on? I point all the ARMED secret service agents and the first thing he says is, "oh, so this isn't a good time to tell you about my bomb?" Fricken' goofball. I also got hit on by a drunk girl in front of her boyfriend again. Why can't a single girl ever do that? I'm very adept at starting fights, I have no need for these girls to help me out. 
Anyways, though, it tis halloween which means I can go to the store and buy buckets of candy without guilt. Granted, noone comes knocking on my door so I usually end up having to eat it all myself, but . . well . . that's just a chance I'll have to take
. Besides, I have to work again tonight so I need some brain food to keep me going.
Daily assignement: If you work through daylight savings, do you get paid for the extra hour?
Anyways, though, it tis halloween which means I can go to the store and buy buckets of candy without guilt. Granted, noone comes knocking on my door so I usually end up having to eat it all myself, but . . well . . that's just a chance I'll have to take
. Besides, I have to work again tonight so I need some brain food to keep me going.
Daily assignement: If you work through daylight savings, do you get paid for the extra hour?
That would be pretty freaky to have someone yell out bomb with a few secret service people running around. I guess you could have dressed up as a terrorist for Halloween
I hope you are not to plesently plump after Halloween, but if you are I can understand, and wont disown you as a friend