back to work

It's damn hard to go back to work. I only had 2 days off this year around thanksgiving, but it feels like a week since I've sat at my cube. I skimped on the sugar in my coffee (the betes) and the coffee still doesn't seem to wake me up at all. I'd rather be sleeping and snoring, but of course that couldn't happen, cause shelby would be all in my face asking for "love" in the form of 20 claw marks to the arm.
The integration of this blogging page to the site is going very slow. Every time I get half-way motivated to make it happen, I touch the keyboard and magically my love to code HTML is vanished. So I've decided to put a new year's starting point for the new site. I still don't want to make the switch to the "digital future", but I was definitely tempted though the other day...

Shawana had scheduled Shelby's ball whacking for Friday, the day after Thanksgiving. This was no big deal to me because getting a cat spaded or nutored I've been through, and cause we were both going to be in-town and not working we could be there to see how Shelby would be post-op. While we were out, we went to Wal-Mart to drop off my recent rolls of film to be developed. This was the start of the disastrous day, as the city of Wal-Mart in North St. Petersburg was at full capacity. After strong arming the front of the 4runner into a parking space before the vultures(shoppers) grabbed the space we noticed big boxes in alot of carts. I correct that, almost everyone had a big box of either the 20" or 27" Symphonic TVs. We found out later that these were a "great deal" but I know shit when I see it. Thank God, we didn't need a tv, because I believe the mindset of those shoppers was, we could use a tv; who makes symphonic; oh damn, thats too cheap to pass up. So back to the photo center we went. That was a journey cause getting past the people w/ the forementioned tvs took some time, and everybody else who had gotten to walmart at 6am to take part of the big sale. I don't really think there was a big sale going on, the prices looked the same, but go figure. Anyhow, the photo center assured me that an hour would be long enough for them to finish my 2 insignificant (spelling? i'm not perfect) rolls. After an hour of battling temptation to become a power shopper we go back to the photo center, the obviously flustered photo-technicians were like 15 more minutes. That's cool, I could understand with a million people there and that's not including the crazy long line at the layaway department w/ their symphonic tvs.
But they messed up my prints anyway, something to do with their film scanner or something, but everyone of the pictures came out like a confetti filter was applied to the surfaces w/ color marks on all of them. I was pissed, but they convinced me it was cool, as long as I brought them back to them, the development and pictures would be free. I feel better, but still disappointed. Damn you Wal-Mart, damn you.