Got my damn class done. Whew! Finished it around noon. I almost wish I hadn't because that meant I got dragged into the vortex that was B. She was on a mission to tackle everything on her to do list. The minute I wasn't working, I got sucked in to things. Cleaning, organizing, running errands. It was non-stop.
She did accomplish a few important things:
- Made an eye doctor appointment
- Got tickets to HAMILTON!
Yep, that's right. In March her, her mom, and her sister will be driving to Chicago for Hamilton. They're not the world's greatest seats, but at $120 a pop, she took what she could. Good seats were $400+. They will be in the heart of the theater district. I got them a hotel for the night and the hotel I got is literally attached to the theater. No having to go outside and she can wait at the stage door for autographs. She's pretty stoked.
I was getting pissed at my boss in the early evening. Apparently we have some west coast client who is a whiny bitch and wants us to change the times of our classes to accommodate them. Yeah, he did that. So there was all this back and forth bullshit and it looks like I have to work 10-6 three days next week. Fucker. Then he wanted to know if I would do an 11:30 - 7:30. Um, fuck you? Shit, I barely tolerate 8:30 - 4:30.
Watched some tv, relaxed, did some work in the basement to prep for tomorrow. Tomorrow is when we SHOULD get our fucking floors finished. Fucking contractors. This is why people hate you. You think I am a whiny bitch about work hours? HA. They make me look like a saint.
Today we are off to Christmas store and fried chicken. I need a little adventure dammit.
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