When my business starts making enough money I’m going to rent myself an office. Then instead of Glenn worrying about when I’m going to do the housecleaning he can worry about when (or if) I’m going to come home.
Today was the first day in awhile I’ve been able to pack up stuff I’ve sold to ship out. My bursitis has been an off and on again bitch. so what does Glenn do? He goes next door to hang out with one of his friends. Now, it’s bad enough he thinks all I do is sit in front of a computer all day, doing nothing important, and that because I’m working at home I can also take care of the apartment. I had to deal with the boys the entire time he was gone. They kept walking in and asking me this and that and keeping me from doing what I was supposed to be doing. Because of this utter lack of respect for me and my business, all I got done was the packing (I had hoped to get another macrame piece made to put up for sale). Argh! I want to kill him!
On a lighter note, if I didn’t know any better, I’d swear it’s tease Babs day. I must admit, I giggled when I printed out Titan Eggstaff’s order today, but the award for favorite customer name has got to go to Marion Joseph, or Sweet Marion Joseph as I was referring to her during the packing of her order (At least I assume it’s a her. That name can be tricky). That one made my day.
Oh, and charabok, I figured out how to create a community. Yes, Team Rocket Double Trouble is now on LiveJournal. I still have to tweak the look, and post the introductory post, but it does exisit. Now I don’t feel so bad about the eventual demise of the ML.
