rogueboy

Okay, FINALLY I am back.

First of all, do NOT fly Delta airlines if you can help it. As we were taxi-ing out of the terminal at Dallas a HUGE rainstorm started and, rather than taxi back to the terminal so we could, say, contact anyone that might be waiting for us at our destinations. Instead, we taxi out to the takeoff point and sit there, yes, SIT THERE, with the engines off, for TWO HOURS. The phones on the plane did not work. My father ended up waiting 90 minutes at the airport (and he had to wake up at 7 the next morning to go to work) because I had no way to contact him. F*ck you, Delta.

I am back. I need a job, and the temp agency doesn't seem to be in a hurry to send me out on an assignment. Before I do anything rash, any suggestions?

My best friend is VERY depressed now that I am gone. He had a bad dream about his ex-girlfriend and he ended up VERY depressed. He drank six Smirnoff Ices the night I arrived in Vegas and was up until four the next morning, despite having to work early the next day. Poor man.

Keep your head up, Jeff.

I'll continue the story of our epic journey into Little Rock a little bit later. I'm doing my laundry right now, so... um... yes.