So Peter has come and gone and I am once again here alone at the warehouse. Peter drives me crazy sometimes cause he bitches and complains about this place and he is actively looking for a new job. That I don’t mind; I mean this job isn’t exactly a career (except for me anyway). He complains that he needs hours, but comes to work late and leaves early. I’ve been kinda hounding him about it, but I think that I will stop. He can just do whatever he wants to.
**sigh** back to the pile of paperwork…yay
A 50-something pretending to live in California.