Could I Please Have Some Mail To Sort?

This has to be the most boring day ever. I can't even scan anything because I've scanned so much in the last week that the memory is full and we have to buy a new hard drive. So I'm reduced to numbering pages of the documents I will be scanning once the new hard drive arrives. On top of that, I'm the only one in the office right now. I'm like a human voice mail transfer system - that's my only function. Funny, we have a phone system that does that too. Why am I here? One good thing, I have so much time to play online that I finally found Lori's online journal, after having lost the address several months ago for the 10th time in a row. Goody gumdrops!

The Last Straw

I did not think it was possible to hate U-Haul anymore than I already did, but I was badly badly mistaken. They told me they were going to refund my money and it would be in my checking account by Wednesday morning, so I set up a credit card payment for yesterday morning. Yeah, they didn't put the money back in my account so I got charged the stupid $20 overdraft fee by the bank. Then, I call U-Haul and they tell me they will "review my case" and call me back. I said what about my $20? They're like, we'll call you back. Did they call me back??? Of course not, so now I've got to call them back AGAIN today and hope I can get this garbage straightened out. Not only have I sworn off of U-Haul for life, but I'm also pretty darn leery of using my credit cards on-line anymore. Of course, usually I don't give them my check-card #. ARGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Back To Work

Why, oh why must my weekend be over??? I hate going back to work; actually I hate working period. Unless maybe I could work from home. Still, I think it would suck. The 4th was great. Jordan loved the fireworks until he fell asleep. Nothing would wake him up, not even the grand finale. Luckily my boss had to go take some kind of a test today, so I get to sit around and play on the internet, cause my brain is fried.

I just want to sleep, but when I get home, I have all this stuff to do to get ready for the reception. And of course, I know next to nothing about hiring DJs or renting tents or ordering cakes or any of that stuff. It seems to me like a wedding reception is one of those things that should be planned by someone else. I just want to be consulted about my opinion when there are things like color or flavor choices to be made. Is that too much to ask?

If this was pre-baby days, I would at least be looking forward to buying a dress. Of course now, I've got this tire around my tummy and I need some major chest support, so even clothes shopping has lost its appeal. I keep trying to remember to do crunches but only actually do them about 3 times a week, and I can only do about 20 at a time. I have anything else to complain about? I'm sure I do, but I can't think of it right now. Guess I'll go surf the internet.