Well that seemed to work, like my jackass? That's how I feel when I use this. Ok, I'll be nice and see if I am smarter then wedsite.

Anyway yes I started the new job and things seem to be going great. I think I will like this job, the fact that it really isn't all that hard and it changes daily should prove to be fun. Yes I work around food but I just set the food on a tray and check orders this shouldn't be hard. I am learning to use the computer but instead of giving a person carbs the other day I gave them crabs so I will have to watch my spelling.
There are a lot of in and outs of the job but a lot of it is just time management and that is something that I am very good at. I have a need to get things done and over with so I have more down time and have already found some holes that I can fill the way I want to like taking and setting things up together and not doing them at the last minute, which I hate. Plus I am happy to say that I work at the hospital, it makes me sound like I have a real job now not flipping burgers, yeppy.

Things are going good for me right now, I think.

Yessterday was not one of them.
Oh no work was fine, it was how and what I awoke to.
First I didn't have to work until 11am which means my happy ass can stay in bed until at least 9:00. I need coffee drinking time and the boys need some time outside to do their business . Tank barked at 7:05am. I got up and let him out and then convinced both the boys, Tank and Bob, that they wanted to get back in bed. Just as I was almost to sip a Mai-Tai with this hunk of a man that didn't speak English I hear a knock at the door. 7:30 a freaking m. I waited. Maybe this person will go away, but I guess they had a death wish because they knocked again. Now by the time I got out of bed, found pants and let the boys out the front door, the pounding on the back door had stopped.
I stumbled to the kitchen and look out. There right in my driveway is the ugly of all ugly, a 1970's camper tailer. Why you may ask? Well for the last few weeks husband's dad has been dragging shit over here it this house as if it is a storage unit. I have yet to understand how my garage became his personal storage unit or how I will to the lawn mower come summer. Now he does live in town here a few blocks away, but I guess it is better to hide his shit over here instead of in front of his house. I knows that we rent this place from him but this is getting out of hand.
So I called him. He said it is only for a few days(the camper that is). Ya right I tell myself. If my little truck could pull the beast then I would have taken it over to his house and parked it there. But I have a plan.
Saturday morning I 'm getting for sale signs and hanging the signs on everything that is not mine. Then I am taking a picture and sending it to his dad. The prices will be next to nothing. I will see how fast he can get over here to save his shit.