Damn.

I expected my Sally Foster check to be direct deposited to my Palmetto account. I just checked my balance and it's still a big fat 0, which means I'll have to swing by Sally Foster today to pick up my check, if it's even there. Crap. Another extra few miles on my depleted tank o'gas.

I'm watching the news and everyone is saying that Joe Biden won the debate, but Sarah Palin did much better than anyone expected. dr_p_venkman posted a very insightful essay about the debate and Sarah Palin. I suggest that everyone rush off and read it immediately.

Did anyone notice that Sarah Palin cannot correctly pronounce the word "nuclear?" She says it the way Dubya says it. I can't go through another four years of our so-called leaders butchering the English language. I put up with that enough living here in the Armpit of Hell with a bunch of morons and tackheads. I'm no English guru, but I do know how to pronounce "nuclear." It's NOT fucking NOO KEE LUR. It's not a hard word to pronounce, people! What the fuck? ::tears out clumps of hair:: Someone needs to shove a dictionary down her Dominionist throat, and a Bible up her arse. Death by wordage! Yay!

Smidgen

She's getting demanding in her prime years. Smidgen is currently halfway in my lap and on my stomach. I've had to move the lap top to my knees and stretch to reach the keyboard. Smidgen jumped up and walked across the computer, then flopped across me, purred for a bit, demanded I pet her, and now she's asleep, her head in the crook of my right arm. She doesn't care that I'm "working" on the computer. All that matters is her comfort, her naps, and being close (or on) the person she loves and calls her own. That would be me. So I'm being very careful not to disturb her while I type away here on Teh Intarwebs. I loves my Smidge. ::glows with pure affection::

EDIT: Aunt Tudi took a picture of my "plight."

( Smidgen gets what Smidgen wants )

Immersed in APP

falkenna and paulpearson23 sent me two DVDs, one of Bill Bailey (which I'll be trying out on the player sometime tomorrow when I have access to the player) and one of the entire Alan Parsons Project catalogue, including the music for Ladyhawke. OH MY GAWD, it's wonderful. I transferred the mp3s to iTunes and loaded all of them onto Son of iGor.

Thank you to both of you. Finding that in my mail box this morning literally made my day!

The Check from Sally Foster and Wreck Update

It was a joy ride trying to get my check from Sally Foster. Well, it's not from Sally Foster, really, but the temp agency Personnel Solutions. It turns out that there's another Tracy Evans working on the mini-shift and it confused pay roll to the point of madness, especially since the pay roll person at PS was once a Tracy Evans herself. She's now Tracy Dunn apparently. They had to void Tracy Lynn Evans' check and re-do it, then create a check for Tracy Angelina Evans, and I had to drive to the other side of Spartanburg to the PS headquarters to get it. I made a little under $100 for just 10 hours last year. I found out that I'm actually making $11.85 an hour instead of $10 an hour. WOW! This means I'll be bringing home a little under $200 a week for the next 8 weeks of Sally Season. Pulling in this along with the meager fundage I get from Dollar General and Ingles might get Aunt Tudi and me out of the Hole of Horror.

My neck and head are better. Good thing, too, since I had to use it considerably driving all over Hell and half creation. One of the places I had to go was Bradshaw to sign an authorisation form for Glenn to order the bumper for the ION. I'm scheduled to drop off my car early Tuesday morning to be repaired of all the damages from the wreck. Enterprise will come over then to pick me up and take me to their place down the road so I can pick up my rental car. While I was at Dollar General to pick up my check, Tami gave me the letter documenting the hours I missed there because of the wreck. All I need now is the letter doing the same from Teresa at the bakery and I'll be able to send all my documents to Charlie Kay at State Farm. This insurance company has been very agreeable about everything, so I don't think I'll have to get a lawyer to make sure they pay for my car and medical bills. Mr. Kay even volunteered to pay for the lost wages, requesting letters from my employers documenting the lost time and my rate of pay. That's pretty nifty.

Friday Quiz Fabuliciousness

All of these quizzes are bluestocking7's fault. She posted the Classical Elements quiz, which led me to the site where all of Neskaya's quizzes lurked, begging to be taken. So there you go. Have fun, good luck, and may god have mercy on your souls.

quizzables


You are the mysterious element that is a mixture of all other elements, yet your own element at the same time. Because you have qualities of all four elements, you are very unique, and don’t really fit any single category.
Neskaya: The Classical Elements Quiz











Neskaya.Net Quiz: Are You Asian?







Errrrhhhmmm....NO. The day I wear pink is the day Hell freezes over and Satan does the Hokey Pokey and turns himself around.


What Clothes Colors Should You Wear?











What's Your Classical Ninjutsu Element?









Oh my, why so much sorrow?! You have a lot of sorrow. Your heart is broken and you don't really believe in love...or to let yourself love anyone because you might get hurt. You know what it is like to be in pain. Hidden and mysterious is what you're seen as and you do not want to open up until you fine the right person!~ <3
Neskaya.Net Quizzes: The Rose Quiz

The Tinmobile

I saw it on the side of the road. Right there, with a blurb written on the windshield, "For sale $3000.00," and I was instantly in love. Oh, what I would do with this vehicle if I had the 3 grand to fork over for it! I'd trick it out with some spinning rims and Christmas lights around the windows. The curtains would stay, of course. You can't have a car like this without the obligatory curtains. Oh, and I'd install hydraulics and a crazy-mad sound system, so I could bounce to my tunes at redlights and everyone would hear the funky strains of Shriekback emanating from my grooveh vehicle. It would be dubbed The Tinmobile and all the dunderheads whom I have to tolerate on a daily basis would quake and shake in their plastic Crocs and Fakenstocks when they saw it rolling in their direction. Yea and verily, make it so, so say we all, amen, and so mote it be.

( The Tinmobile, if I had $3000.00 )

Observation

I think I may actually die of a broken heart if anything ever happened to Smidgen.