Recently...

A very good friend of mine (D) who has read my blog has told me to get a new job. He's afraid for my sanity. But without said job, my blog would be even more pathetic than it currently is...

Drunkish Guy at Bar: Hey, you gotta smoke I can have?
Me (reading newspaper):, Er, no.
DGaB: Whass yer name?
Me: Adrienne
DGaB: Oh, so you're Italian.
Me: Uh, what? No. The name is French and I'm German.
DGaB: No, you have to be Italian. Duh.
Me: Um. Okay. WHY?
DGaB: DIDN'T YOU SEE ROCKY? THE MOVIE? YO---------------AAADDDDDDDDDRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Me: No, the name is French.
DGaB: Hey, I'm gonna go get some smokes, then I'm coming back here. You gonna be here? Can I take you out sometime?
Me: Um, well, my 350 pound linebacker husband should be here soon. You can ask him.

Aarguh.

Dear D -
Yes, I need a new job. But unless you are hiring an office manager (who is quite talented in that department, and my Excel spreadsheets are nice - I could rock your business like white on rice), I'm stuck at current job until hell freezes over or we move. So there.

Love,
Me

Honestly, I do love my job. Just not so much on sports type event days. And the Twins are in the Playoffs now. Egads.