You'd think poor folks could poof! up a budget in ten minutes flat, wouldn't you? I labored away all weekend...you know, probably that perfection quirk messing about with my noggin, accounting for every penny of my existence. I can officially report that not even a moth is living in my wallet now. I already forgot to bring the cash for the grocery store to work with me, so I think I'll be eating biscuits and jam for lunch tomorrow.
I get tired of customers who think the tax dollars they pay affords them the privilege of rudeness towards me as they expect me to bend over backwards for them and kiss my own butt. Why in the world do others think I want to listen to a ten minute rant about how the new reservation system is a piece of crap...hey folks! Give me a break...I just work here. Do you really think when I come through for you as I always do, that you saying "I didn't really mean what I just said" or "I guess it really isn't your fault" make up for it all? Duh!
:) Some days I just need to bitch a bit.
So------------look what I harvested from my raised beds this evening!
I ate a few...hotter than the wrath of hell!