I'm invisible.
Unfortunately it's not the fun kind of invisible of walking through New York City after dark, howling like a wolf and saying fuck every other word.
Three thirty, the HR girl comes downstairs and everyone's told to go on do not disturb and they announced I'm getting a substantial bonus for my performance even announcing the amount of money I'll be getting on my paycheck.
Thank goodness I have direct deposit.
Hell, they made a deal about giving me an extra $100 when upper management assumed I would volunteer for Labor Day when no one else was going to volunteer for overtime work.
Srsly this is embarassing for me. All I want is to do my job, be a tool and go home with my paycheck. I took the department manager aside and she told me the reason why they made a big stink was to encourage other people to straighten up and fly right and match my example.
Money good. Accolades bad.
I can't fucking miss out on 6/6/06. Such a day only happens once a lifetime. My parents and their generation copped out with 6/6/66 but that's four sixes! Best thing would be television networks playing The Omen and The Omen II. Man, those were great movies when I was a little kid. I really could identify with Damien when he's kicking and screaming as his parents are taking him to church.
- Emissions test
- Pay another year of car registration
- Get the tire fixed
- Fall asleep outside on the patio