I fell down the stairs today. I was carrying my laundry, and overstepped the first stair. My foot slipped and I slid down several more stairs and briefly thought I might die before stopping on the 6th step of a 14 step staircase. My ankle still feels tweaked, and I pulled a sliver out of the back of my thigh, but I'm okay. My ego didn't even have to suffer any real bruising, as the only other people home at the time were napping.
Mom made it home safely from her business trip.
She ordered a giant rug for the fmaily room. It came today, and it looks remarkably like a polar bear rug, minus the head and legs. It's awesome.
Tomorrow (finally) begis the search for a new job. I'm still hoping for something super cool and not lame.
I did get paid for the work I did a while back. I did a couple hours worth of data entry for my mom's old job. They paid me $50 an hour to do it (inorite?) and I ended up getting $175. I gave it back to my mom though, to help her pay for the outrageously overpriced room painting we had done. The dude charged $480 in labor. It took him 10 hours over the course of two days. That's $48 an hour to paint a square room. And most of one wall is taken up by a fireplace and a doorway that he didn't have to touch. Robbery, I say. Anyway, it's certainly the last time we hire him, and we'll do our best to discourage others from using him as well. He might have made $500 for the day, but he lost thousands in the future by charging that much. Stupid move.
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