There was yesterday morning, when the doctor gave me a cortisone shot in my foot, which was basically instant Tourrette's Syndrome. "This is going to pinch," he said. "HOLY FUCKING CRAP THAT HURTS! FUCK!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!!" I replied.
Yesterday was also Billie's last day, which was a bummer. Oh, and have I mentioned that I applied for yet another promotion? I interview on Friday.
Today, I told Sprout that Dan had surprised me by responding in a completely chill manner when I told him that I had applied for the job. "Maybe Dan secretly wants to get rid of you," Sprout responded. "Oh [Sprout], you're always so reassuring," I replied.
In his defense, he did apologize.
Then again, he was a jerk the other day too. We were both talking about not having plans for Easter and I asked if he wanted to hang out. Ant wandered over and interrupted, so when I saw Sprout a little bit later I told him to just let me know whenever about Easter. His response? "Nah, I'm good." Like I was offering to refill his water glass* or something.
Other random shit: I finally got the disk for the rest of those rave pictures, but for some reason, Photobucket is being uncooperative tonight.
And holy crap, my break ended five minutes ago. Oops.
* Memo to
_aqualung_ and all the other servers on my friends list: yes, I recognize that this would be rude behavior toward a server as well. 
