Tuesday, 21 November 2006

• Friday night can only be described as out of control.  I realized I blacked out badly and don't remember most of the night.  Just talked to PussyDabbler and he told me I ran away from the bar for no reason by myself.  He says that I went off on him when I got back to my apartment because I had given him my keys to take KenDiesel home, so I had no way to get in.  I remember just running into a locked door repeatedly until somehow it popped open, it was a miracle.  I told him that he was a good guy and friend, but that he should have the decency to at least answer 1 out of 8 calls. Basically, I tried to guilt trip him but it didn't work.  My friend KenDiesel drank as if he had taken the last 2 years of drinking very lightly to rest up for last night's momentuous evening.  I hadn't seen him drink so much and be that incoherent since 2 years ago, when he literally ran threw his bedroom door, absolutely crippling the door. KenDiesel defined the word incoherent last night.  He was so drunk before the bar that when we were leaving people told me to take him back and put him to bed.  Anyway, he chatted away when I took him back and refused to go to bed.  I give in stupidly and took him to the bar.  After like 20 minutes he's passed out on the table.  Another 20 minutes later he's sitting upright passed out and drooling all over himself.  Eventually some bartenders tell him he has to leave, which is why PussyDabbler had my keys.  He gets back to the apartment and passes out on the living room chair.  Wakes up and just starts vomiting every meal out of his system from the last week.  By the time it was all said and done the odor was so bad I couldn't even stand in the room.  Thank the lord women were over to do there job and they cleaned the whole place up and it smelled like roses out there the next morning.     

  Work Story...told a customer that they had used up there alotted number of questions today...i don't know if i've ever made someone laugh so hard at one of my jokes, it made me feel great about myself.  Then I was just told by a co-worker that I should go be a car salesman because I schmoozed this one couple.  The regular price on the bookcase was $529, but there was no sale tag on the piece even though it was on sale.  So, the computer showed me that the sale price was $459, but of course they can't see that.  They were frustrated with some knicks on the piece and wanted a discount.  So, I told them the sale price was $479 and that I would give them 5% off, making it $455.  Good work on my part because I only ended up giving them a $4 discount for the scratch.

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