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green beer?
Mar. 17th, 2006 10:21 amCome Monday, you are to make sure I have done the following:
- Filled out my tax form so all I have to do is sign over my money to the IRS. Do not let me send it until I get my paycheck though. Do not!
- Filled out and sent my Direct Deposit sign up thingie. [why will become clear in a moment]
- Screamed at the bank if my money has not been returned to me yet. I am not to accept anyone trying to say, "but you did use your card." Their stupid print out makes it really clear it was used after the card went MIA.
Please and thank you.
The store's checks seem to have gotten lost. ;_; This pisses me off something fierce. They don't have any employees that I know of, who can just not give a damn when their check doesn't come in.
Arrrrrrgh.
So. Tis the day of the drinking til you die, or dying your beard green. That was surreal to see. You lot might call it Saint Patrick's Day.
I shall now share the only story I have for this day. When I was in second or third grade, I got a whole new outfit for this most fabulous of holidays. It was some sort of light minty green, but still green. I wore it to school, quite happy, and by the time lunch rolled around, I'd been pinched so often that seeing other people's hands made me flinch. Apparently it wasn't green enough for the little hellions I went to school with, and I was in agony by the time I got home.
My green today consists of three of those blasted rubber bracelet things. One says "Kiss Me, I'm Irish" and at work, I twist it so you can't see what it says. No sense giving people ideas. This morning I think I sent a billion people down the Hallmark aisle looking for something green to wear, or for their kids to wear. Dude, we were wiped out yesterday. Today? You have no chance unless you want green socks, one of the three shirts we have left, or possibly buy a thing of markers and draw a shamrock on your hand. Which I would highly suggest, given how pinch happy this city is.
MJ is on his way. MJ needs a new name. I also could have sworn I still owed Shana money for the difference in shipping. [If you see this, and I do, please hit me up for it. I will gladly pay]
I need a new book. I need to pay off my libary fine, but alas, pressing money matters. Which also kills the "just buy a new book, dammit" plan. Instead of new book goodness, I'm re-reading The Good, the Bad, and the Undead which is just really making me want a pizza.
- Filled out my tax form so all I have to do is sign over my money to the IRS. Do not let me send it until I get my paycheck though. Do not!
- Filled out and sent my Direct Deposit sign up thingie. [why will become clear in a moment]
- Screamed at the bank if my money has not been returned to me yet. I am not to accept anyone trying to say, "but you did use your card." Their stupid print out makes it really clear it was used after the card went MIA.
Please and thank you.
The store's checks seem to have gotten lost. ;_; This pisses me off something fierce. They don't have any employees that I know of, who can just not give a damn when their check doesn't come in.
Arrrrrrgh.
So. Tis the day of the drinking til you die, or dying your beard green. That was surreal to see. You lot might call it Saint Patrick's Day.
I shall now share the only story I have for this day. When I was in second or third grade, I got a whole new outfit for this most fabulous of holidays. It was some sort of light minty green, but still green. I wore it to school, quite happy, and by the time lunch rolled around, I'd been pinched so often that seeing other people's hands made me flinch. Apparently it wasn't green enough for the little hellions I went to school with, and I was in agony by the time I got home.
My green today consists of three of those blasted rubber bracelet things. One says "Kiss Me, I'm Irish" and at work, I twist it so you can't see what it says. No sense giving people ideas. This morning I think I sent a billion people down the Hallmark aisle looking for something green to wear, or for their kids to wear. Dude, we were wiped out yesterday. Today? You have no chance unless you want green socks, one of the three shirts we have left, or possibly buy a thing of markers and draw a shamrock on your hand. Which I would highly suggest, given how pinch happy this city is.
MJ is on his way. MJ needs a new name. I also could have sworn I still owed Shana money for the difference in shipping. [If you see this, and I do, please hit me up for it. I will gladly pay]
I need a new book. I need to pay off my libary fine, but alas, pressing money matters. Which also kills the "just buy a new book, dammit" plan. Instead of new book goodness, I'm re-reading The Good, the Bad, and the Undead which is just really making me want a pizza.