One day, when I actually learn how to use grammar correctly, I'll stop using so many ellipses in my writing, but that day is not today and it will not be tomorrow.
Perhaps I should have given my notice the other day. I worked eight hours on Saturday and eight hours again today, and I'm kind of beat. This massive job for (insert giant corporation that everyone has heard of here) has finally come to fruition as far as my overtime is concerned, and I've been asked to work weekends through the end of July. That's not to say there won't be a day off every once in a while, but to be honest, I don't really know if that's going to happen. I wasn't really looking forward to this summer anyway. That's a lie, sort of, but there's also a good amount of truth to it. I'm trying to gear myself up for this blatant abuse of my labor, but I'm not really doing a very good job at it.
Part of me wants it for the money, but the other, lazier part of me, doesn't really want it all. At this point, the money part seems to be winning out, but the lazier part is really kind of annoyed at the money part. I have never in my life worked that many days in a row, and I probably won't have to when all is said and done, but that's what I'm planning on. At least it's only through July. I'll still have August to enjoy the sunshine and warmth, hopefully. If we get another one of these shit summers that don't actually happen, I'll be disappointed if I miss the nice days. But I don't know what's going to happen, so I'm not too worried about it at this point. My debt free plan by the end of the year will be happy for the overtime, I know that much. I still may not meet that goal, but I'll be a hell of a lot closer than I would have been without the overtime.
That's called progress, my friends.
Go Blackhawks! One!
I shaved my inadvertent Stanley Cup beard tonight. I didn't shave it off, just trimmed it, as I couldn't take the scratchiness discomfort on my neck. It already feels much better. I haven't actually watched any of the Hawks playoff games or Stanley Cup games so far this year. Part of that is not having cable. Part of it is working too much. Part of it is that my Blackhawks playoff watching buddy has moved. Part of it is not wanting to go to the bar to watch, as my roommates don't go to the bars too often, and I didn't really want to go by myself. However, I've asked my roommate Greg and our mutual, good friend Jay to go tomorrow night. It's fun to watch and it would be a shame to miss out on what I predict will be a Stanley Cup victory tomorrow night. That's right. I'm calling it right here on this blog! The Blackhawks will be Champions tomorrow night! Not many people have the balls to make that kind of bold, off the cuff, type of prediction, but I do. I have those balls. Fair weather fans are the greatest at making stupid comments and predictions.
Also I found these awesome shades on Friday night. Looks like I'm set for whatever will be left of my summer. Also, looks like these shades will be taking me places...hardy, har har!
Nothing like a lame joke to end this blog and your weekend. Enjoy yourselves my friends!
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