Yesterday we wanted to go to a grocery store we thought was closer but ended up getting lost and wasting gas. It took forever to get just a few bags of groceries but ended up being worth it. I got Chinese from the deli and it was so good! It put 5 pounds on me too, but oh well.

Today I wanted to pitch the housekeeper over the railing for waking me up for no reason. Other than that, all is well for a pair of homeless people. The dumb ditz in the office said we were on for housekeeping today, so that kind of messed up my sleep for no reason. When I called down to the office, I was told Sunday. Apparently, you have to be here a week to get housekeeping services, and because we’d been booking this room for a few days at a time, for the most part, that threw off the schedule. But now we may be able to fall into more of a routine and be able to pay by the week, even though we can’t transfer to a room with two beds cuz they’re more expensive, as well as make weekly grocery runs to save gas.

Whatever’s determined to hold us back overall won’t even let me sweep. The connection not only cuts out and is murderously slow, but it keeps crashing as well.

Tom’s had lunch a few times with the top boss of all bosses and things continue to at least look promising in that area, but after he’s been there 30 days he said he’ll let them know that he can’t work indefinitely at $10 an hour, and see if that’ll prompt them into hiring him on and giving him a raise. I don’t know, I still think that if we’re meant to be financially cursed for a while, he simply isn’t going to get the bigger bucks no matter where he works, period.

We may pick up a printer and cable for this laptop because there’s this site that lets you print postage for shipping DVDs to them which they pay you for. There’s a list of movies and series seasons and what they’ll pay for them.

Jessie said she’s moving in a couple of weeks and isn’t sure whether they’re going to hire a moving company or have this guy that her husband, obviously an alkie, met at an AA meeting. The catch is that the guy did 16 years for something her husband won’t tell her about. Nice guy, huh? I said I thought he was at least obligated to tell her that much, but that I could send her some California fire ants. That way she could tie him to a chair, pour maple syrup over him, then let the ants scare him into telling her about it!

My guess is that he killed someone while driving drunk as 16 years seems too little for rape or murder like she feared he may’ve been in for. Well, people don’t do 16 years for merely flipping someone off unless they’re in Arizona or Texas, so who knows? Bob got 14 years for rape, so I’m sure it was serious enough, whatever it was, and the fact that the hubby’s so hush-hush about it tells me something right there. In the end, I suggested they move themselves, especially if they’re broke like she said they were. I told her that while Tom and I rent a truck of some kind when we move, I box things, he loads things, and we carry furniture together if need be.