DON'T you tell ME to STOP.

So many ramblings....so little time.

I finally have a new car. My sister's coworker had a 1980 Pontiac Parisienne for sale, and I bought it for $1700. Not too bad of a deal, considering that the only thing that's really 26 years old in the car is the chassis. The engine's been rebuilt, there's a new paint job on the sides of the car, there's a brand new tranny in it. It's a thing of beauty, really. I had to get the passenger door fixed today, but that's routine maintanence when the door weighs a thousand pounds.

I survived my first courtesy desk shift, although only barely. It was a fairly steady night, and I barely had anytime to rest or do any of the other half a dozen things I'm supposed to do up there (Including pages, but that was probably for the better). After that, I worked my second one on Sunday night, and it was a ghost town. I was literally *finding* work for myself to do. I had all my pages planned out about two hours before closing, and I had the whole area shining. I was impressed. What impresses me more is that come the next two weeks, desk shifts are the only things I'm going to be getting. Score!

Also on a work-related note, now that we're about to have a new manager to control our area, there's talk again of trying to get a group of about 3 or 4 people trained to be supervisors, including me. It's still talk, but it's good to know I'm not just garbage up there.

In future news, I'm headin' over to my good buddy Ryan's house tomorrow for a bit of B'ball and booze. Good times abound, I'm sure.

-Patrick