Oh Dear . . . .

Oh dear, Les, I think I erased the post that you commented on! But I didn't notice that you had commented on it before I erased it! Ahhhh! I'm sorry! But you know how I am, I never notice anything! I walked through a colony of ants, twice, and I didn't notice it until I was informed that, "hey, you're standing in the middle of a bunch of ants". Ahhhh! I need to become a ninja or something because I think that they train to notice everything . . . . so they can fight with blindfolds over their eyes in windy courtyards.

Also, here's another story: my manager called me yesterday to tell me that I didn't have to come into work on Friday (don't worry, I haven't been fired . . . . yet) however, he called while I was sleeping and that is never a good thing. Those of you who know me, know that right when I wake up I am still asleep and I say and do odd things that I don't remember doing later on. So anyway, my manager calls me and I wake up to the terribly (sp?) shrill ringing of my phone. The following is our conversation:

Me: Gerooo?
My Manager: Is this _____?
Me: (in an extremely dull and stupid voice) Yeah.
My Manager: This is John.
Me: (suddenly pretending to be bright and awake) Oh! Hello!
My Manager: Hi, I just wanted to let you know that you don't have to come into work on Friday. I over-scheduled, but I'll still need you to come in on Saturday and Sunday. Okay?
Me: (in a falsely bright voice) Okay! That's fine! See you then! *click*

Seems relatively normal, however, the really sad part is . . . . that I'm not exactly sure if I dreamed that phone conversation or if it really happened. I'm reasonably sure it actually took place . . . . so it looks like I'll be going to the circus tonight!