4/1/99 Mr. Fixit

Well, I'm finally getting around to filling in this day. Normally I wouldn't go back and try to remember events from two days ago, but in this case it's easy... but not pretty.

The day started like all work days; alarm, wake up Calvin, shower, and a mad dash to work. Monica was down with a nasty migraine, so I mostly got Calvin ready by myself. Before I left for work, I decided to check the balance on my checking account. The Wells Fargo Website came back with a lotta red numbers - NOT good. Before I leave, Kelley Slayton called..."Where's my webpage..." Oh yeah, there's that too. I can really use the money right now.

When I got to work, the new guy Todd wasn't there...out sick. Man, he took off early yesterday! What a first week. Isn't that usually the case though? You fret and worry about a new job, and by the time you get there, all that pent up stress knocks out your immune system. It's never happened to me, but, I've seen it happen alot.

The rest of my work day was pure production... "Ken, we need mechanicals for the t-shirt design.", "Order more of the lapel pins you designed.", "Make these changes on the World Shoe display.", It was hectic, but I was on a roll, and that feels good. I skipped lunch, worrying about my checking account balance, looks like my paycheck was a day late this time.

With quite alot of dred I made it home... Monica was lying on the couch, moaning about her head. Looks like another "black day" for her. The house had been systematically destroyed by the short inhabitants of the house.

"You gotta get rid of that dog.", "I wish you would fix the dishwasher.", "You have to do a load of laundry, were just about out of clean socks.". Man, sounds kinda like work. Oh well, I was on a roll there, I'll just try to keep it going here at home. It will be worth it if gets Monica to relax just a little bit.

When it was all said and done it was 3am three loads of laundry got done, all the dishes by hand, a general straightening up and I even made an attempt at the dishwasher, which is really perplexing for a mechanical-moron like me. Monica, asleep on the couch... I head to bed. I'll pay for this in the morning.

sleepy time