The past 48 hours have been fun, save really minor annoyances/geek outs. Friday started off with DG calling and having a shitty attitude about which job's my priority and how are they supposed to schedule me, blah blah. I was kinda surprised by this, because it was Valerie, the manager I thought was cool, who I worked with at the Hepburn St. store for two days last week. Well, my hotel manager wasn't in, and the schedule hadn't been posted yet, so I couldn't tell her when I worked, and couldn't reach her anyway since the line was busy when I tried. So, I went to the Radisson and, without even trying, busted the shit out in 2.5 hours and was done at 4:30 instead of the scheduled 6. After that I stopped at Totem and bought a new circular barbell to replace the cheap one that is missing a ball, then stopped in at DG to resolve that crap. Alice was there, so I went back and picked up my check, then I told her how I couldn't reach Valerie and didn't know my schedule and everything, and she just said "oh, ok" like it was no big deal. Here, Valerie just went ahead and scheduled me for Sunday and Tuesday anyway, so why the hell did she make such a big deal out of needing to know when I worked and all that happy horse shit? Oh well. Having to work tomorrow kinda sucks because I would've just stayed up at Dave's longer and chilled with him and Amy and probably Grant. Before I get to that, I came home and got my stuff together and then went to put in my new barbell. Clumsy fuck me, I do this by the sink (as I always do), but I'm having a harder time since the ring is internally threaded and the screw on the end of the ball is about a centimeter long, so I drop it and immediately throw my hand down to stop it from rolling down the drain. In the process of doing that, the other ball comes out of the little package and rolls, but I thought I managed to stop both of them. So, I lift my hand a little to check and only see only ball, and as I do this, that one rolls away and down the drain. Naturally, I'm pissed at myself for being such a fucktard. So, as we head out, I stop at Totem once again to buy two more balls for the barbell. Cost myself $10 for being a tard. After getting everything settled, went up to Dave's. We hung out and listened to some music (I brought a Raul Midon bootleg with me), laughed our asses off listening to Dane Cook, Amy went and picked up calzone and stromboli, we watched some Family Guy, got out some drinks after a while, and I ended up starting to write a song about silverware. We collaborated a bit and finished the ridiculous lyrics and recorded my guitar part, then did vocals today. I must say, I think it turned out really well. I've dubbed it Weekend at Damy's - "Silverware Affair". Heh, it's good stuff. It's the first recording of me singing, and I even do some harmony. Craziness, I know. We didn't end up getting the sign because we were having too much fun amusing ourselves with the song. I think I'm gonna go back up Tuesday after I'm done at DG and stay til Thursday, then go down to Harrisburg/Carlisle on Friday. Gotta get that sign before summer's over! Anyway, Amy and Dave brought me back to Wil Po, and we stopped at Subway, and I went to pay and realized my bank card wasn't in my wallet. Naturally, I'm freaking out, but I apparently hide such things really well because they both commented to my mom that I was so calm and nonchalant about my card missing. After we ate and got to my house, I called Totem and asked if they found a card, and thankfully they did. So, we drove over and I picked it up and the woman there gave me a sharpie pen to finally sign the back of it. I can't believe how careless and clumsy I was on Friday. It's kinda scary that I didn't even know my card was gone until 24 hours after the fact. I finally have some money in the bank. With my pitiful $85 check for 19.25 hours at DG deposited, I have a little over $100 (since I ended up paying $40 for the circular barbell and the replacement balls), and I'll have a nice check coming from the Radisson this week. I'm more than ready to be done. If I don't get a call from DG about when to go in for truck (like this past week), then screw it, I'll just be done completely. I plan on telling them anyway that tuesday's my last day. I gave them a two week's notice when I started working, in the sense that i told them when I'd be leaving for school, so that shouldn't be an issue, plus the guys still there want the extra hours anyway. I'll be done with it tuesday, then go away and spend the last days of summer being with friends. Sounds good to me.

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