Well the new girl didn't show up today. Which really struck all of us as weird because she took lots of notes and asked lots of questions and wanted to do more than she was supposed to do yesterday. So she's gone. Have a guy coming in tomorrow morning to interview, I'm pretty sure he'd stick around for a while. Who knows. I'm just going to stop worrying about it because I only have three days left there.
Found a piece of bullet shrapnel in my meatball at dinner tonight. Was chewing and Dad was saying something about how this meat was really good for hamburger and stuff like that, and that Don, one of his employees had shot it and he gave Dad half of it, and I bite into something hard...grrrreat. I figured it was a piece of bone or something that'd been shattered, but no...it was metal.
Also, my left boob hurts a lot on the inside, near my armpit. It's been sharp, shooting pains all day since this afternoon, and it's starting to hurt more and more now, and I'm not sure what it is. Dad said, "Maybe it's growing pains?" And I said, "I hope n...wait...that wouldn't be so bad," and we all got a big laugh out of it. Weird after dinner conversations, yes.
My LAST 10 hour day tomorrow!!! And three days left. Then it's packing-my-room-up city!
What I'm Listening To: Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs - Old Salty Dog Blues
1 comment:
arg talk about biting the bullet ;-)
here's hoping you uh... boob doesn't hurt too much. Its not like when your shoulders hurt and someone can just give you a back massages! :lol:
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