Well, not much to say here. I am beginning to hate my job at UPS. The drivers, whether intentionally or unintentionally, make my job ten times harder. They mangle the bills, ripping, tearing, spilling food and drink on them... basically anything that will make it difficult for the scanner to read them. And it didn't start off good for me, because I went without food. So maybe that is the reason for me being cranky.

But the reason I didn't eat was that I was working on my rings page. Maybe now that I've got a few more added, that I wanted, more people will randomly find me. Increased number of readers is always a good thing. Besides, I get to meet new people to read new diaries. ALWAYS a good thing. :)

No work this weekend. Scott is reserving a hotel on the beach, with a buddy of his. They plan to spend the entire weekend getting drunk and picking up women. Sounds like a blast. So I can't make up my hours missed from the past two days. Oh well, I guess I just have to look forward to a small paycheck this next week. Or the week after. Whenever it comes.

Have you ever seen what happens when a metal newspaper box gets rolled up in the tires of an 18 wheeler? I have. Funniest thing you'd ever want to see...

But because I added an entry earlier, I think I'll cut this one short. Later all!