Sunday, September 29, 2002

one two three and to the four
snoop doggy dog and dr dre is at da door

my hair is soaked, I just woke up from a 2 hour nap, it's late Sunday afternoon, and I have no homework done. Life is good.

like this that and this and uh
it's like that and like this and like that and uh
so just chill to the next episode.

Thursday, September 26, 2002

I had a disheartening couple of hours last night but I think I'm ok this morning. Jen and I are takin a trip back to Detroit this afternoon to hang out with Ryan and wish luck to my old high school football team. Then, we'll head back here and read page after page of work that should've been done last week. On Sunday, I'm going to make an effort to go over to P-Dub's and change my oil, then stop by Nickoli's to check out his new place. I'm still feeling a little dismal but hopefully that'll change within the next few hours. Jen - I'm making a note to stop by and see my friend Claire at the YWCA. Thank you for the card, I love you too.

Saturday, September 21, 2002

You know I've been cleaning up after this roofing company since I was 11; back when the office was off of Helen Ave. in Detroit. I cleaned in Novi and in Oak Park......I've been doing it weekly for the past 4 years 7 months. This is what's happened to me so far:

I've been accused of stealing $200 from a petty cash box that is......tell me again where I found the box??....wait...oh yea that was your accounting error. Wait hmmmm....what else have I been accused of from the people upstairs? Oh! Oh! Pick me! I know! I've been told I threw away a box with clothes in it! Yea! And when I responded "No I don't believe I did ma'am", they decided to look into the back dumpster anyway (I chuckled when I first heard that). Ahh and when they didn't find it, they decided that, naturally, it must have been me. Hold up....oh yea...the woman did take it home didn't she? Oops....I hope the cleaning person doesn't think we're assholes! Then on certain occasions, particularly when my sister wants to pay for a horse show, I get booted. Now this is great --- this company, in the last 4 years 7months, has never had to worry about the office being cleaned every week. No one has had to ask, no one has had to worry, the office is always done no matter what. Then all of a sudden, I get a call and it sounds something like this. "Jillian is cleaning the office this week." Oh really? She is, is she? Well I didn't really need money to pay for rent, bills, and credit debt anyway. By god, she needs to go to a horse show. Oh yea and in the future, feel free to give my job to someone else without telling me whenever you feel necessary --- I don't deserve respect, I've only worked here for 4 years. Then, oh I love this, because I didn't wipe the legs on two desks, in two different offices, I'm told I do a horrible job. Because I didn't pick up a rock on the foyer stairs, I must not have vacuumed the foyer. Because I didn't pick up a penny in the bathroom, that means I never get down on my hands and kness and clean the bathroom floor. Because it takes me an hour and forty five minutes to clean the entire office instead of 2 and a half, that means I didn't do a good enough job. Because I have a friend in town, I'm never going to get to the office to clean so we better do it for you and then yell at you for it. So what is it this week? I stole a chair or I'm incompetent because I didn't pick up a paper clip? I should just leave. Let my parents deal with driving David and Jillian here every weekend. Maybe then I'll hear the first token of appreciation for this job they've ever given me. Then again, maybe not.

Oh god that felt good to get out. Back to work.

Thursday, September 05, 2002

Jon said I need to update. So I'm updating. My classes are seemingly impossible to four point without some sort of pill that will give me brilliance in Common Law. So I've decided to sit idly by and watch my career sink into a hole, melt in lava and become, in every respect, nonexistant. Well, maybe not. I don't know. I'm still debating. :-)

P.s -- my roommate needs attention. She is balancing a pillow over her head right now. She wants me to say that I love my roommate. I love my roommate. Look at me I'm a monkey. ooo ooo ooo aaa aaa aaa.