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Wednesday, April 26, 2006

And.....cut!

Took half the day off from work yesterday because I had scheduled the movers for between 1pm - 3pm. My lunch is normally at 11am so I decided as an added treat I would meet Ray for lunch. It was nice and semi relaxing except for the retarded waitresses in the corner celebrating their crossword puzzle louder than I think acceptable.

Also the movers decided to call me right at 11am to tell me that they would like to arrive earlier. That didn't quite work out, atleast not for me. Note: If you are a business conduct yourselves accordingly. It is your job to anticipate possible changes and to inform your clients ahead of time. By that I mean atleast 24 hour notice not 2 hours. Needless to say I called them back and told them, I just sat down for lunch, the scheduled time is between 1pm and 3pm, if you need to come early meet me at 1pm. I mean it was a 2 hour block of time, 1 pm is definitely earlier than 3pm, am I wrong? Of course that was all the gripes I would have with this company. The movers were courteous and they worked fairly fast. I was done with my move by 2:30pm and even had enough time to get my hair did. I will leave the details out until I get a decent picture to post.

Of course, I am blogging at work. Got in at 6:30am and saw 13 missed calls and my voicemail icon blinking. Christ! This can't be good. And I was even anticipating faxes on my desk but since there were none I will have to hunt them down at 8am when everyone else gets in. I can't regret my half day off, I do regret not getting as much done when it comes to preparing my apartment for the end of the lease walk through, especially if I'm now suffering the consequences at work. Okay, this is just a random panic attack, it can't take all day to catch up for half a day's work, right?



Comments:
You got movers? You don't even have that much stuff to move?!! And how can you afford movers?!!
 
As a matter of fact I do have stuff so much that Dad banned them to the garage. Same sentiment though, he kept muttering (in Tagalog) "How can someone so poor have so much stuff." Hahahahahaha! I guess that's how I got broke - trying to acquire STUFF.
 
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