FOGHAT.

Eff?

Work has been better than usual the past few days. Which is weird, 'cause Suzette was in again. But she makes sure shit gets done so the stockroom is fucking fancy again, and so is my shoe corner. All the insane backstock of shoes are out of the boxes and we put more shelving above my shoe wall to make room for more backstock. UNNGHHH it's so good. And all the shipment? What shipment? Heh! Unobstructed access to the lockers and seven broken-down rolling racks in the stockroom are definitely indicators of success.

So yesterday after work Mike and I went to his house and had nappy-time. Terry called in the middle of this and wanted me to bring him his drum brackets he left in my car forever ago 'cause he's selling his drumkit to Shawn. Picked him up at Ryan's parent's, drove back to Ryan's (where he's living as of a few days ago). We were locked out 'cause Ryan wasn't home yet and Terry didn't have a key yet. So we sat in my car and drank beer and talked until Ryan and Crystal got home. I'm not gonna say everything is fixed 'cause that would be naive as hell, but he is in a much better situation living with Ryan and seems to be in a much better mindset. He was going kind of insane sleeping in his parent's dining room (and boy, can I relate). Heh. And it's pretty obvious that we never had any serious problems until he had to move in there. So we'll see what happens.

I wanna effing go out tonight. I'm so fucking poor though. The cutting of hours at work the past few weeks has been killing me financially. Things are picking up again, though. Next paycheck is gonna be badass. Good thing, 'cause Terry's birthday and MSI are coming up this month.

Gotta call work in a half hour to see if they're gonna use my on-call. Guh.