Friday.
I'm like so pissed I'm in the office today.
After that fake out ass Holiday on the 4th, although me and Sporty did have a phat dinner at South City - Vinings (get the buttermilk fried chicken), I was not ready to come back into to work.
Earlier this week something exploded in my thigh...seriously... and I was thirty seconds from going to the emergency room.
For a holiday week the clients seem to ringing up the phones like business as usual.
My realtor has not gotten back anything on my counter to their counter of my offer. (here we go again!)
And then my partner calls and says he's grilling out today..Friday..at 3pm. Like during a workday. Ain't this bout a Kool-aid drinking bitch. Then one of my old running partners in town for the weekend calls and says hey, let's get together for drinks at 7pm. People playing games with me here. Two competeing functions...both of them my peoples...and each acting like that can't be around one another. When I met them they hung out strong, now...pfft!
I wish this were a more philospohical post, but today is merely a rant.
Barkeep.....Bud. Cold. It's that kinda day.
