Satan's House of Worship

Friday at worked sucked and I didn't even get to eat lunch. Directly after work, I went down to Clarkston to rent out a duplex, was there for 10 minutes, went to Costco for gas but stopped in the parking lot first to talk to my dad and when I hung up...I couldn't get my car started. A horrible ratchety, loud clicking that I've never heard before. I called a tow truck, waited an hour before he came, he put it on the truck and we drove up to Moscow. He is born again and talked about how God changed his life, asked if I worshiped anywhere (I curbed my impulse to say Satan's House of Worship, on the corner of Hell and None of your Business) and what my main goal in life is -- his is getting into Heaven, by the way. I again curbed my impulse to say that was a goal in death, not life. We finally get to Moscow and the tow cost me $190. Turns out it was just the battery! So I had the car towed to the mechanic and he charged me $88 for a battery. The noise sounded a lot worse, my lights and power windows worked so I didn't know how that could be. What sucks is that I was at Costco and could probably have bought a battery there. They're not hard, I could have even installed it in their parking lot, but noooo, I had to spend money.

Random thought: I had someone leave a message on my machine regarding one of the rentals and he ended the message with, "God bless." Man that bugs me. Does he think that God is just hanging around playing croquet waiting for this guy to tel Him whom to bless? Maybe He's kickin' back, scratching his beard and thinking, "Oh, I'll bless her!...No, Craig didn't tell me to yet."

Yesterday was busy at work, I started at home at 6:00, went into the office, and then went down to Clarkston to rent out a house directly after work. Renting out is just signing contracts and collecting money, but this stupid transplant Californian made it a 45 minute project. I then went to beat money out of some tenants then to Burger King for dinner. Where, I was so tired, I used the men's bathroom. That's right. I was even wondering why they would get rid of a stall in the women's bathroom. Until I went to wash my hands and saw the urinal next to the sink (by the way, how sanitary is that, there was a 1/2 inch gap between them?).

This morning, I get dressed, in black, and walk up to work and realize that I have my brown shoes on. I go home and change my shoes. Normally I wouldn't care, but I thought I had to go to the Dean's and Research offices today. I swear if I do anything else today that's stupid...

On a busier note, the proposal I'm working on is due on Monday so I'll be in the office this weekend instead of riding horses with Michelle before her horses get their shoes off. And there are two other proposals, one due on the 17th, and the other on the 20th which I haven't even looked at yet. Considering this budget has about 25 hours in it so far and isn't finished, I hope the others are a lot less complicated.

On a brighter note, I booked the Dolphins in Depth tour at Epcot. I get my picture taken holding a dolphin! Woo-hoo!