I hate Saturdays

Bah. I've only worked ONE full Saturday out of three. It was the first one. The second Saturday we got sent home after an hour, and today we got sent home two hours early because they were redoing the floor and the guys wanted to start early.

So I'm always short on my paychecks. Plus, the Saturdays I don't work are the Saturdays we get paid. So I gotta go into town to get my paycheck. It bites...I'm rather grouchy today.

Let's see...these two guys came in to get their oil changed, and they were new, so I had to get the name and address and stuff for them, and one of them commented "Wow, pretty personal stuff here," *wink wink* I laughed and went back to the computer to put it in so the boys could have a work order for their vehicle. While the guys' van was getting serviced, the passenger came in and said, "Well, since you got the name and address, I thought I'd come in and give you my phone number." And it took me a second to realize he was making a pass at me because I'm just that dense sometimes, especially about boys...but he never got the chance to because I had to go back out into the garage almost as soon as he said that, so I think he lost his nerve and just went back to the van.

I would have thrown the number out, anyway...but it made me smile.

But the kitties posed for a picture together on my bed, and that made me giggle, so I'm going to put it up.