I got the disc "Medieval Christmas," by the Orlando Consort, from the library and listened to it today. I like listening to chant. but this music had me think how people could sleep through church. Boy, it's the same stuff pretty much all the way through. Even my parakeet wasn't impressed, and she loves it when I play music.
Your SUV is perfectly fine. I DID NOT touch your car! And even if our cars did touch, Priscilla just gave your beast a kiss. The worst to have happened? The dirt on your license plate got smudged. Get a life, may it be wonderful, and I pray we NEVER meet again. ( I would love to express my true feelings, but the keyboard would melt.)
After several weeks of praying, contemplation, worrying, fretting, being ill, depression, and whatever else, I have made the decision to put off the job with PTI Transportation for a while
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I am tired, sore and sick. I also feel like crying. >B-( I've said it before, and I'm saying it now. I HAVE to find a different job. I'm tired of the place and the people. When you dread the next day's shift, it's time to move on.