I put my foot down.

So I was at Walmart getting a microwave and a radio when I stumbled across the garbage can section. Well, garbage cans are always interesting and I took a look at some of this years new sleek models. As I admired Walmart's diversified selection I found a heavy duty monster that had two foot lever, pedal, things. Two? Like, for both my feet? The logistics of that boggles my mind. Anyway, on to the meat and potatoes. Why was I buying a microwave you obviously asked with the characteristic curiousity of you. Well, I have moved into a new apartment, that is why. Not just a new apartment, but the company office, which is still in the process of being made into an office/apartment, or offpartment, or aparffice. Seeing the opportunity to trim some fat the company (Elite) decided to close down some of the apartments they had rented for we the employees. A month and a half ago. Since that fateful day we just lived in the apartment until someone told us we had to leave, which happened this monday. So we packed up and cam on over to the office.

Pro: I get my own room.
Con: The view is ugly.
Pro: I don't have to go anywhere to go to the office.
Con: The neighborhood is pretty ghetto, I used to have a big ole' garden land of relaxation.
Pro: I just got to install my own doorknob, which was fun.
Con: We as of yet do not have a washer, or dryer, or much else that the standard American needs.
Pro: We have a microwave, thanks to yours truly.

So the moral of the story is: I lived in Uruguay for two years, this is easy sauce.

On Tuesday I stepped through a mans roof. I was up in an attic, I lost my balance and my not very heavy self went right through the roof. I cleaned up the mess and told the man of the house I would of course be paying for it. He seemed pretty cool with that but apparently in the inside he was a raging vat of rage. He called the sales rep nine times after I had left, yelling at him about all sorts of things. When I tried to call him he would not answer and I found out later that he refuses to talk to me ever again (we'll give him a few days and see if he cools down). Man, where's the love? It's not like I drilled a hole in his dog. Honestly, people baffle me. All the time.

From england with love

Just when you had lost hope that you would ever recieve of me another glorious imbuementation of my life...you did. Right now.

Every day I get up bright and early to go do an early morning install or perhaps finish or fix a previous install. Then I return late at night, exhausted with more to do the next day. There has been no time to sit down at the computer during the day. I'm lucky if I get to eat. Fast food has become my staple and even now I listen to my arteries weep. Although this last friday I found myself with one of those moments of free time more precious than gold and I used it to go grocery shopping (for the first time in a long time) at the local Piggly Wiggly. Besides some sugary cerals all I got was a huge heap of different fruits and veggies. Mmm, I am sick of unhealthy food (says the boy who is typing as he waits for his order at Dominos to be ready).

So how did I come to sit before a computer screen you ask? Well folks, I will be spending the weekend with a vsery special young lady. Her name is Tasha and she is currently vieing for my attention with her feminine wiles and I don't know how much longer I can resist. To fully grasp what a lucky fellow I am I think a physical description is in order. Tasha has beautiful black eyes and a great smile, with curves...lots of them. Actually, they're more like folds. Tash is about two feet long and more or less ten pounds. She is a pure bred English Bulldog, absolutely adorable. I want a dog. You see, one of the sales reps and his wife bought this dog, or puppy to more precise. This weekend all the salesmen have taken off for Pensacola Florida and I got the job of dogsitter. She is currently trying to eat my feet. So freaking adorable. Anyways, my pizza is done and Dominos is about to close so I must go.