So my cousin is getting married on Saturday. I was all worried about getting the time off to go to the wedding and whatnot, but I went to talk to the time off guy today and all it took was a little bit of sweet talking with a slight side of pleading and SHAZAM! Time off was approved right there in front of me, even though Im not supposed to get time off during my first two weeks on the new contract. I win :D
The only downer is that the guy who stalked me at the Rock Ranger concert a couple of weeks ago will probably be at the reception. If he acts like he did at the bar that night I might just have to look at him and say "*GUY*, FUCK OFF!". You dont believe me, do you?
Also, its official, Im going to visit Corrine the end of October. Our plans so far involve going shopping, and seeing Joel Plaskett perform (with a symphony?). In order for me to be able to afford to go and blow cash in the city, I've promised myself no more new clothes until then. Think I can last two months? That's four paycheques, people. I think I can do it.
{Wednesday, September 6}
Im bitter, but we wont go there.
