Fri, 24 Feb 2006
There are two types of calls I can get at 6am:
1. I pick up and the caller says Buenos días, Mijo
That means it's my parents calling
2. I pick up and hear
Namaste!, which means work is calling.
Today it was number 2.
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Oh, and I got a flat on the way in.
Sux0rz, as the kidz on myspace say.
I was telling a coworker here about the flat (on top of the server errors which cause the 6am call), and he said "Man, it's not your week is it?" I said that it wasn't that bad. But he reminded me that a bird crapped on me when I was on on either a lunch break walk in Tiburon, or one of my after-work walks. So yeah, he's right. . . . the poop is falling. At least it's Friday.
updated: btw, I'd happily trade the 2 types of 6am calls for a 2am Booty Call. But I'm not gettin' any offers :(
another update: turns out that the spare barely had any air in it, great
one more edit: turns out that the tire's prob wasn't just the nail I ran over, but the sidewall's f'd up too, so I need a new tire . . . At least it's Friday
LAST edit- I totally forgot that I started this week (or ended last week) with another incident- I ran out of gas for the first time ever on Sunday night at Angie's after dropping off her and Cory when we got back from Rosenblum's Open House and dinner in Alameda. She had to take me to get a gas can and everything. Weird.
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