WORK, work, work......I'm over-worked and underpaid..

*SIGH* I went to work today at bills. It can be such a trying job. I mean, things falling off and over. I HATE CANS! I am the only girl that works freight and so i have to listen to teenage guy's being dorks....gotta love it. I am going to explain how things go. The guy's work on an isle with at least 3-4 guys....sometimes up to 5 or 6. Very ridiculous. So 3 or 4 guys were working in isle three and I was in 4. I got the privilege to listen to the most idiotic sentences that I have ever heard. One of the guys was bragging about how hes gotten five hours of sleep and how he want to go home. So one of the other guys was saying "IT'S SATURDAY!" so those two go back and forth with some of the other chiming in saying "IT'S SATURDAY!" or "I KNOW IT'S SATURDAY!" And in my mind I'm going...."OH my GOSH...REALLY?? WHO'DA THUNK!!!" I was about to bust a gut for how stupid that conversation was.
If it doesn't hit your funny bone, its one of those times you just had to be there to get it.
I Finally got my time card...it's fun. LOL!
Last night had gone to brush my teeth and both Buddy and George were already in my room, well I got back to my room and Buddy was on my bed...BAD DOG. Well, I pulled him off (litteraly) the bed, well Buddy being the dummy he was, hadn't noticed that George had gotten ahold of the bone and was chewing on it. Well when Buddy got off, he noticed and got after George. I was FLABBERGASTED......I had been pretty patient with him...more than normal...so I was over being patient, when i got to Buddy after that he went wagging to ME! THE INCOLENCE! As you can tell my patience with him was gone after that.

I'm going to change the subject. I am listening to Momma talk to Oma and their talking about Harrison and that last Friday, my birthday.
I wasn't there as much as Harrison wanted me. I was always off having fun doing my own thing. Momma tells me about how a lot of times he wanted me and then how I would leave earlier than he wanted. I wasn't there for his blood drive, or when they went shooting, or his BMT. I feel so bad about it. All the important times he went through I wasn't there cheering him on. I remember how that last Friday he was so forgettful. I had come acn seen him and talked to him. I left to RMH fo a little bit and he had forgotten I had been there. But he didn't forget it was my birthday.

I miss him so much. I used to always get mad because he was ALWAYS making the shooting noise or some othe thing and I just wanted it to be quiet. Now its TOO quiet. We used to have a trick we would play on people. If I picked up the phone and said "Hello." and something else, I would give him a signal and he would do some talking, then he would give me the signal and I would do the talking. Nobody but once in a while momma if she got a lucky guess, would be able to know that it was both Harrison and I, even our own dad couldn't tell us apart on the phone. It was so fun, we would be busting a gut while trying to not give it away, sometimes it was too much and we would foil it by laughing.
One of the times we were coming back from Souix Falls after one of his visits, we had Harrison's friend Taylor along and the three of us were sitting in the back seat playing a game and i said to Harrison "Get it, Got it GOOD!" well, Harrison would have these REALLY brilliant funny moments and he said "Dont get it, SURE don't got it, and it AIN'T good!!". I had been play acting as if i was mad at him and none of us expected that retort. It was such a 'Harrison' thing to do.
WELL I have been writing fo a while so I will part with a joke.
TTYL
~GEM~
Sam: Would you punish me for some thing I didn't do?
Teacher: no, of course not.
Sam: good, because I didn't do my homework.
LOL!!!!