June 6, 2002
Not quite Friday yet...
Not much going on lately. Really. Work is kinda dull, although my outlook has improved quite a bit. Since our CEO bit the big one and quit on us, I have seen the Founders much more relaxed and friendly. It seems that a huge weight has been removed from their shoulders. I know that I'm looking forward to regular paychecks and consideration. But that's it.
We're supposed to visit one of Phyllis' friends in Santa Barbara next weekend. I haven't been down there in a long time, and never for pleasure, so that will be fun. In fact, Angel, the friend, might even get a position at the same hospital as Phyllis, which means more mayhem in San Francisco. But they're great fun together.
My car donation has not come through yet. I couldn't justify taking money from a stranger for the old Golf, so I decided to donate it away. At least Uncle Sam will give me money for it, and I have no qualms about taking money from dear old Uncle Sam. Creep. Anyway, they are either too busy to keep up with it all, or simply don't want my old car. Whatever. I haven't heard one way or the other, so I'll just sit and wait. The new car is still gorgeous, of course. Damn, I love that thing.
And then, like a bombshell, dear W reminded me that our taxes are due in like, two weeks!! So all the money, the two months of pay that I just received now goes back to Uncle Sam and our dear state of California, well not all of it, but it sure feels that way. Fuck me to tears already. Easy come, easy go. I can't wait until they put us on payroll so I don't have to deal with these things myself. It's so much easier to have some person in payroll/accounting deduct the tax before I see it. Now I feel like I'm giving away my kidney or something. Whatever. Death and taxes, right?
That's all. Just thought I'd add something here.
