day off?

Yesterday was my day off. Now let me preface this by saying that I did not believe that I was in need of a day off, but I was politely informed that yesterday was going to be the only option for me to take off this session. So I said, "Day off it is." However, Calen and Scott Suggs both thought that waking me up before 8:30 AM would be a good idea. Let me just make it clear that it was not, in fact, a good idea. Despite my fits of anger, I got up and got ready. I went into Asheville alone, cause I'm that cool. I was at Barnes and Noble for like 30 minutes and Adam Verlander called me like 20 times, so I called him back. I drove back to Black Mountain for lunch at My Father's Pizza. They have moved the entrance to the restaurant up the hill. I really just don't appreciate that, but they apparently did not think that consulting me was an important part of that decision-making process. David Weaver told me that he was going to meet us for lunch, but he didn't. And I am mad at that. We went back to camp where I got to see Lil Mer, Meliss, Chrissy, and Hardy. That was a fun little group. Ashley Olson and I went to CVS to pick up some medicine for a camper and the lady behind the counter was really unfriendly. Now, if you know me, you know that I hate when people are grouchy with their jobs. My motto is, "Suck it up or get out." I do not feel like dealing with your unhappiness. I complain enough on my own, thank you. She made us wait for like 15 minutes so she could "mix the medicine." First of all, that junk better be mixed before you call my camp and tell me it's ready to be picked up. Second of all, you know all that woman did was sit there and shake the bottle and bang it against the table. Ashley got a little frustrated cause she was sayin, "I can shake the dang bottle. Please just give us the medicine." When we finally got it, that lady did not smile, and we just rolled up our window and got on out of that piece. It made me almost as mad as when that lady at Bojangles didn't give me a straw. Ooh... I almost jumped through that window. But then the night got better because we got to go to dinner with Ms. Rose Verlander. Ooh, Ms. Rose. Love her. Although our waitress did not seem to understand that empty glasses need tobe refilled. Whatever. The night ended with a little visit from Elisabeth and a trip to Dairy King. I am relaxed. And avoiding playing Sock War. Mmhmm, the good life.