I thought that when I got married, I wouldn’t have to deal with getting stood up anymore. Unfortunately, the lottery keeps bailing on me. I meet for our date at the 7/11 with my ticket in hand and it’s a no-show. Sometimes it feels bad, so it gives me a buck or two out of pity. Really I think it’s just so I keep coming back.
Since the lottery keeps standing me up, I’m still pushing through the 9-5. Which is actually 8-5. Which is technically 6:45-6:15 if you include traffic. Which I do. Because that’s the reality of my week. Thank God for carpool.
So until that ticket brings me my fortune, I’m stuck working. I would even settle for my husband winning the lottery. Even though that would mean he would spend the majority of it on golf. You think it isn’t possible? Try him.
Work lately has been very busy, a little stressful, and not very fun. I don’t know what I would do without some of my co-workers, and one in particular. She has been a Godsend, helping me complete some major projects. I wanted to do something so she understood how grateful I was.
Here’s where she probably wishes I had won the lottery too, because she would have gotten something much nicer than this six pack of Dr. Pepper. But since my bank account has to be taken into consideration (it’s so greedy), I stuck with the DP. She enjoys it, so score for her. In all honesty, she could have hated it, but at least I tried to convey my appreciation! Didn’t your mother teach you that it’s the thought that counts?