For the biggest part of today, I’ve spent my time scanning pictures from my mom’s and grandma’s photo albums. What a trip. I wish I would have had this idea almost a week ago when I rolled into town, because it’s gonna be awesome having copies of these pictures all to my own. As soon as I do some organizing and all that jazz, you’ll get to see some of them – the ones of me in a tutu, the one of my grandpa sticking his false teeth out at me, and maybe even the one of me wearing nothing but a Mork & Mindy sweatshirt. I’m not kidding about any of those.
Tomorrow, I head back to my joint. Ever since I was welcomed back from last year’s Thanksgiving trip by human feces on my floor, I tend to get a little paranoid when I come back home after any amount of time away. I’m not sure what could be worse that a shit soaked floor, but I can’t help but be just a little nervous.
I was supposed to get my final commission check from my former employer today, but it came as no surprise that it didn’t get automatically deposited. Rumor has it that everyone’s commission checks were screwed up and were going to be mailed out, but I’m not exactly holding my breath on that one. I just want the check to come, so I can be over and done with that piece of shit company.
I have a ton of pictures to sort through that I’ve taken and a bunch of stuff that I know I haven’t written about, and probably a bunch of TV to catch up on when I get home. And then I’ll head back down here in about three weeks to do the Christmas thing. Three weeks after that, I’ll jump on a boat to have another best week of my life, and then guess what? I’ll have a job again. Man, that’s kinda crazy!