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sailorhathorToday, for some reason I kept thinking it was Sunday and that I needed to go to work at Kirkland's, when I was really going to Greyhound. Then just now, I started thinking what I wanted to take for lunch at Greyhound tomorrow, when I am working at Kirkland's. X_x
I've been taking the Secret Santa story to work to write in it on breaks; tonight, my hand was flying across the page, and it was kinda funny to be writing about all this sex stuff while people walked through, having no idea what I was writing about. Muahahahaha. I want to be finished so I can type it, damnit. I HAVE to finish this thing. I hate it when people punk out on that kind of thing.
Proof that It's a Small World After All: Tonight a guy called wanting to go from Titusville, FL to Panama City, FL and he really wanted the 3-Day in Advance Buddy Fare, so I told him all about it and that he should go to the terminal to buy those tickets tonight to get that rate. A little while later, an agent from the Titusville, FL terminal called to confirm that rate for the SAME GUY and I got his call too. With two call centers staffed by at least 30-40 people each, what are the odds I'd get both calls? Actually, that's happened before - I've gotten calls from the same people in the same day, when they called back to buy a ticket or something, when the system just selects an agent at random based on who's available. Freaky!
I've decided that to save a little money on food for a bit, I'm not getting anymore chicken to put in my Helpers - instead, everything'll have tuna in it. Tuna's cheaper and tastes good too. I hope chicken doesn't have some sort of wonderful nutrient in it that girls named Laurel need desperately. I'm sure I'll still eat it out all the time; I adore grilled chicken sandwiches.
Skeetis: Uhhuhhuh huh, she said "eat it out."
Of course, now this means I'll turn into a huge can of tuna in my bed, like my dad used to say when I was a kid and ate chicken noodle soup like every damn day. "One day we're going to come into your room and find a big chicken noodle in your bed, where Laurel used to be." Hey, I knew what I liked and I stuck to it. But anyway, I can get cans of tuna at the Family Dollar store, which is within walking distance of my apt, making this plan all the more better. ^_^
I've been taking the Secret Santa story to work to write in it on breaks; tonight, my hand was flying across the page, and it was kinda funny to be writing about all this sex stuff while people walked through, having no idea what I was writing about. Muahahahaha. I want to be finished so I can type it, damnit. I HAVE to finish this thing. I hate it when people punk out on that kind of thing.
Proof that It's a Small World After All: Tonight a guy called wanting to go from Titusville, FL to Panama City, FL and he really wanted the 3-Day in Advance Buddy Fare, so I told him all about it and that he should go to the terminal to buy those tickets tonight to get that rate. A little while later, an agent from the Titusville, FL terminal called to confirm that rate for the SAME GUY and I got his call too. With two call centers staffed by at least 30-40 people each, what are the odds I'd get both calls? Actually, that's happened before - I've gotten calls from the same people in the same day, when they called back to buy a ticket or something, when the system just selects an agent at random based on who's available. Freaky!
I've decided that to save a little money on food for a bit, I'm not getting anymore chicken to put in my Helpers - instead, everything'll have tuna in it. Tuna's cheaper and tastes good too. I hope chicken doesn't have some sort of wonderful nutrient in it that girls named Laurel need desperately. I'm sure I'll still eat it out all the time; I adore grilled chicken sandwiches.
Skeetis: Uhhuhhuh huh, she said "eat it out."
Of course, now this means I'll turn into a huge can of tuna in my bed, like my dad used to say when I was a kid and ate chicken noodle soup like every damn day. "One day we're going to come into your room and find a big chicken noodle in your bed, where Laurel used to be." Hey, I knew what I liked and I stuck to it. But anyway, I can get cans of tuna at the Family Dollar store, which is within walking distance of my apt, making this plan all the more better. ^_^
