First, let me start with this: Why, God, Why Chris!?!?! Yes, I have been faithfully watching American Idol. It started out so innocently just like everyone else who just wanted to watch the idiots in the beginning to laugh at their expense. But then, there he was. Chris Daughtry (drool). Awesome singer. Awesome performer. Awesome eye candy. It's got to be the hair...it's the same style as Mike's. I was saddened and yet, relieved that he is no longer on the show. This is mainly because I hate the songs that American Idol has the winners sing. They're always so sappy. Others might disagree with me, but I can't stand the Idol music. I could just imagine him singing, "A Moment Like This"... gag. This is a blessing for us all.
On another note. Yesterday, I was handed three hours worth of work one hour before I got to go home. That means, I didn't get to go home until very late. At 4:30, I received a phone call that an agent was at a listing of ours and that I needed to bring them a key. I arrived at 4:40. This is a small house that really only takes 5-10 minutes to show, 15 if they're interested. I made the mistake of telling the agent to take her time and that I'd be waiting for her in my car. Oops. 5:30 rolls around and she finally is done showing this dump. I hate putting on a friendly face when all I want to do is take the keys back, shove her to the ground, kick dirt in her face, and drive of laughing hysterically and crying at the same time. While waiting for her in my car, I had to roll up the windows so she wouldn't hear my screaming and swearing. I went a little crazy, because in the back of my mind I knew what awaited me on my desk that I had barely started.
I got back to the office, finished my paperwork, and hung it up for the night around 6:45. I was in the mood for a California Roll (which is okay for me to eat) and Miso soup, so I swung around to pick some up. This restaurant is 2 minutes from my office. I literally waited for 30 minutes for a "to-go" order of California Rolls! 30 minutes! Every time I considered walking out with my middle finger up in the air, I thought, perhaps they're almost ready. Maybe the guy was perfecting the presentation before putting it in a styrofoam container and tossing in a couple of packets of soy sauce. Benefit of the doubt can sometimes bite you in the ass. I had to take out a piece of paper and a pen and jot down my profanities so that I wouldn't make a scene. I usually just write each comment on top of each other so that when I've settled down, it just looks like a big blob of ink. Every time the waitress passed me, that's all she did. She didn't look at me, didn't assure me it was on its way, nothing. I had to have had steam coming out of my ears and fire coming out of my eyes, because people would look at me and quickly look away for fear I would cast an evil spell on them. When I finally received my dinner, I stormed out vowing that I would never come back. The pathetic thing was, I knew I would be back. In fact, California Rolls sound tempting right now.
I got home last night at 7:30.