badbadzoot's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- friday friday friday friday friday friday whooppeeee! YAYNESS!!! IT'S FA-RI-DAY!!! woot woot. I was hoping that Mr. Supervisor would let me leave early, seeing as that I have no work on my desk and it is such a beautiful day outside... ...alas... that is not to be. Not yet at least. Maybe he'll come bounding in the office soon proclaiming "Hey kids! Let's all go home early!" then I shout out a "woo hooo!!!" and book outta here. I shall send him that image telepathically and see if he gets the drift.... because I'm talented like that. I accepted some girl I really don't know as my friend on MySpace. I mean, I just don't know her, but I felt bad for her because she only had one friend, Tom. So I accepted her. Her name is Cindy and she has some fairy as her profile picture. I don't know why, but I think I may actually know her after all, because I do know a Cindy that I believe lives where she lives and has four kids.... oh no wait, I read that wrong, she has a four year old not four kids... my bad. Okay so I DON'T KNOW HER. And that's my final answer. oh Mr. Boss-Man, ppppppleaaasssee get your butt in here and tell me I can go home!! pretty please with sugar on topppp!!! ugh. Mr. B is still without job. The company that the temp agency tried to set him up with are draggin their feet and won't make a decision on who to hire. He has been without work for two weeks now. That boy needs to get a job. I can't carry the both of us on my measly paycheck. So the temp agency told him of a different job that he may be able to start Monday, doing maintenance work at an apartment complex. I don't care, as long as he's making money I'm happy. He would be happy too, because he's tired of sitting home not doing anything. OH but you'd think he'd clean up the house a bit? Oh nooooo, he must watch his cartoons and play his guitar and surf the internet probably looking at naughty things.... *sigh* I'm just rambling now. I want to go home. Well, I guess I better go tell my boss that I want to leave for the day. RANDOM FACT ABOUT ZOOT: 3:35 p.m. - 2006-04-28 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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