Domestic Geek

I spent yesterday hanging with my dad. He took me to lunch, I showed him how to do some stuff on his computer, we hung a really cool painting that his father painted in 1913 or 1918 (something like that) in his living room, I pestered his cat, and his cat made me have an allergy attack. Dad cracks me up. He's says, "So, when are you going to change your blog design? I'm tired of looking at St. Patrick's Day." LOL I'm still working on my Movabletype design, so hopefully by the end of the weekend it will be up.

The stupid owner didn't bother to tell me that a big ad was hitting this week. I guess I picked a really bad day to blow off making dough at the one store yesterday. I was so pissed at the condition that the store was in and the pathetically low amount of dough I was supposed to do that I just decided to leave to spend more time with dad and I'd make it up today. So they'll be using day old dough on a Friday. Right now, I don't think I could care less. It did make for a long day today, though. I'm pooped.

Marcus' G4 came today! In about an hour, there's going to be an iMac sitting on my desk. WhooHoo!

Well, I'm going to go watch some Survivor, CSI, and WWF Tough Enough 2.

I love finding new scrapbooking stores . . . usually. I found one today that I wish I hadn't. It was awful. First, there was absolutely no parking out front. When I went inside, things were a mess and haphazardly strewn about. Nothing was categorized in any sort of order. The space was tiny and cramped. There was no clear division between the cropping area and the sales floor. The selection totally sucked. The owner was in the back hallway yelling at someone on the phone. There were all these little water fountains, fish bowls, even a bowl with a huge frog in it (too small for the poor frog, I might add), setting about. I was afraid of knocking them over. If the owner was trying to achieve some sort of feng shui, it wasn't working. After she gets off the phone, she informs me that there is a "bargain basement." It was literally a musty, smelly basement at the foot of the crickety old stairs. All the sale stuff was just thrown in boxes on the floor and some kids' artwork was hanging by threads all over the place. It was soooooo icky and creepy. So, I did grab a couple of things and went to pay -- no cash register. She writes out receipts by hand and adds them up on an adding machine with no tape in it. Things were so cramped that even she was knocking stuff down. It was so totally unprofessional. I don't know how long she's been in business, but I doubt very much that she'll still be open a year from now.

Email I received last night from my boss:
"I talked to Schwab today, and your account is open. I've got the number to give you when I see ya. We'll get some money in there now. Sorry for the delay."

Well, I saw him today and he didn't have the account number. See what I'm dealing with?

I'm listening to my "Xanadu" soundtrack CD that I got in the mail Saturday from Amazon.com. I know many people think that movie sucked ass, but I LOVED IT and the soundtrack is totally cool. I suppose it helps that I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE ELECTRIC LIGHT ORCHESTRA (ELO). *sigh* One more of my fond eighties memories.

I swear the owner at work is a total dork. I think I've mentioned this here before, but he insisted I sign up for the store's 401k plan in January. I aksed him the other day if I had an account yet and he said he'd check into it. Well, the dumbass didn't turn the paperwork in like the thought he did. So, my money coming out of my checks hasn't been in an account earning me anything. He claimed he'd make it right and put extra in there to make up for it once the account is open. Yeah, we'll see.