Remind me that it's a three day weekend and I don't have that long to go. I'm really starting to hate my job. This is totally wrong for me. My foot's in the door, but now it's starting to hurt. I need to wedge my body further in and hopefully squeeze all the way in until I am freely through and it no longer feels constraining to be there. Did I carry that metaphor far enough?
Three day weekend. Maybe that will help it to feel long enough. I have fun things to do this weekend and a strict new budget plan that I'm looking forward to trying out. Must save some money. RC Willey is giving out hot dogs and drinks on Saturday. That's a huge furniture store, and I just so happen to be looking for a couch. It's "while supplies last," of course, so keep your fingers crossed that I get a free lunch. Plus, I'll be grocery shopping right after that, so you know I need to eat first.
I think I'll go watch the playoff game on Sunday at a sports bar. I could use a beer and some bar food. My apartment complex sent out a text inviting us to come pick a team. If you pick the winning team, you get $300 off rent. There will probably be a drawing or something out of the winners, but that's a pot I want to be in. Now that I have a stake in the game, I'll go watch. I picked the 49rs. I didn't even know who was playing- had to ask the office ladies. They didn't know either, just directed me to the sign. Ha ha ha. I picked my first instinct. I don't know why, let's go with an Old West theme here. So keep your fingers crossed and root for the 49rs! And root for some magical outcome where I get $300 off my rent. Go Niners!
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