Some days just suck bad Ju Ju...

So today sucked. Sucked. SUCKED.

It was one of them days that reminds me why I don't want to stay at this job forever...t'was busy as hell. I'm short one short red necked assistant (though he's okay for a cow tipper). Our clients do stupid shit. Our experts do stupid shit. We do stupid shit. So much crap went wrong today.

In the middle of my freak out, Brian's Fiance gives me a call. I learn that Bri, who's told us every time we've talked to him that he's "too busy" for everything and everyday that we ask him if he's available, has been moping that his "best friends aren't going to throw him a bachelor party." We asked a week ago. He said fuck it, there's no time. He said he didn't care. He said he didn't want one.

Now I'm trying to get one together for him in less than a week. LESS. And he doesn't want anything to do with the boobies. Fine. He didn't want to give me a date...I can't do that...*sigh*

I'm not really pissed, and actually I've been looking forward to doing this for him for a year...but he outright told me that he didn't want one, and that he didn't have time, blah blah blah...kept on saying "I don't want to plan it..." Sheeshush...No plan...IMPUT but no plan...These aren't that hard, if you know your friends...Hell, I had an idea for this *one* guy, and then I had a better idea, and then we talked, and the idea got concreted. And now I'm adding in ways that even his soon to be missis will approve.

I just have to call a couple of the people who *didn't* drunk dial me last saturday :-)

But really, am I wrong for being a little bit put out about Bri and the funky bunch? Am I? I don't know...it just added to a funky day...

...and then the Tuxedo shop are dumb asses...I ask for actual measurements and then get a print out with in house sizings...*sigh* I'm going to have to do some other...stuff...but I'll still have this out in time for U NO HOO.

And then I get home and decide that I'm going to watch the uberly bad horror would be porn film "Head of The Family." Funny, and kinda skanky, in that cheesy D- movie way...And of course my grandmother kept talking over it...and finally I had to make her leave the room. I love her and all, but she's in that age where she's either lost all of her friends to general alienation or death...and she wants to talk about the news and half gotten opinions to me and mom the moment we walk through the door...

Jeebus, I need to hurry up and get the hell out of here...

...and I need to sleep.

Soon.

But in the meantime, I'm just going to keep on enjoying the brainless fun of WWE Wrestling.