Hump de hump day

What's up with Shaq getting his tin badge revoked? Didn't he learn anything from the Andy Griffth Show? Barney could teach him the 411 on deputy-ing.

From 11 am until 1 pm, I have been so stressed that I thought my ears were gonna blow off. Why? One word: Dad. One would think that after 19 years of dealing with poverty stricken Robesonians he would realize that they don't understand that a working week has five days. And if he tells customers that photos will be ready in ten days, that means ten working days. They start counting the second they leave an order...and Dad should know this and tell them exactly what DATE the order will be ready.

So...Shere has been taking calls and dealing with walk-ins..all expecting orders to be ready TODAY...when it will probably be Monday before the orders are in.

And where is Dad... why isn't he dealing with his customers so I can get my work done for my customers? I have no idea.

But it's calm now...and I took the moments of quiet and deep breathing...and feel my balance return. Whoever invented deep breathing should be crowned King or Queen of Air or something airomatic or maybe Buddhist Breathing...or ... (hell, I feel so unwitty at the moment...just insert the title you deem proper.)

A total Goof-Off day!!!

After posting the last post, the music on the plaza started back up so I ran out to dance some more.

Since then I've deleted a bunch of old files, move some to folders and uploaded music to my new MP3 Player...I'll test it tonight to see if it's any good. If not, I'll still play it when I'm at work or out some place bored.

Not working tomorrow... or if I do it will be only for a few hours. Then I'm off to Al's. My sister & the boys might follow me. She wants to take the guys over to the Omni to see Nim's Island. Joys... let me do a dance or something to celebrate...

Been trying to come up with a new name for my photo restoration business when I'm on my own. Want something catchy but not corny. Once I figure it all out I'll work on brochurs and business cards...and get a few of those maganet car door signs with my info on them. A girl's gotta do what she's gotta do.

One of the merchants downtown (a lady whom Dad chats with often) tried to make me feel guilty for my upcoming 'abandonment' of my father. I guess I'll have to weather the storm that people like her are gonna bring down on me. I stood my ground but didn't change her mind...she's got a preconceived notion that Dad will fall down dead if I leave him to deal with things. He'll stress out (he does that now) but he'll learn to survive.

Anyways... time to finish my stuff I'm working on and get home...the nephews and I are gonna make iCarly shows.