Today, Michael and I were inquiring at the local thrift store about a couple of desks, each with no tags. Michael asked the employee the cost of each. The man replied, “$39.99.” Michael asked, “Now is that a firm price, or is there any wiggle room on that price?” The man responded, “No, it’s firm, but I’ll give it to you for $29.99.” 
We ended up getting both desks for $50. So much for the firm prices?!?!?!
Last night we went to the home of some friends from church to play Euchre (GIRLS RULE, Michael). During a break from Euchre, while they give their new baby a bath and put her to bed, Michael and I compete on Guitar Hero. It’s my new favorite game, partly because I am so lame and I look like a fool trying to hit all the notes. Michael’s got an incredible, natural ability at that game… and I really stink. So it’s a love/hate relationship. I get mad because Michael is so good, but then my competitive nature kicks in to try to beat him. It’s going to take a while for that…. Still fun, though. Invention Idea: They really need to make a “Guitar Hero” type of game that actually teaches people to play chords on the guitar for real! It would help competitive people like me actually learn it and benefit from a game.
So scratch my great news from the latest post. Friday I received the announcement that the latest employee to get her clearance doesn’t want to work full time, after all. It’s back to the drawing board. After bawling at work on Friday once I heard the news, I at least thought Saturday was going to be better. I expected to be done with my 16 hour Saturday shifts forever and only expected an 8 hour shift…BUT when my time was up, no one came to relieve me. I realized 30 minutes into the next shift that I was slated for the next 8 hours too–it was to be another 16 hour shift. Another bawl-a-thon ensued. I guess it was just bad communication// assumption on my part, but coupled with the news from the day before, I didn’t take it too well. Thankfully, my husband brought me some dinner and helped me through my discouragement. Right now, I’m coping: This week and next, at least, look good for the schedule, so I guess I’ll take it one week at a time! Happy Week!
