note to self: when you are about to give a scary lady bad news, make sure she doesn't know where you live

hi...last time i wrote, i thought today would be my last day here at my job. last night, however, i got news i have been waiting to hear for 2 weeks. "you got the raise!" alleighluia! now, i don't have to go work for a woman i am scared to death of, which is a definite plus.

so now i face the task of telling this woman i am not taking her job offer. so this morning i was all cool about it and so i dial the #'s (hoping to get voicemail). i hear her voice, so of course i slam the phone down. i think i almost peed my pants. i couldn't talk to her. so i had a brilliant idea... i called my sister, who has the EXACT same voice as me, and i beg her to call this woman. she wouldn't do it. she said "michele, we aren't in 8th grade anymore, grow up". shit. i knew i was going to have to do it. so i call her home phone...ANSWERING MACHINE!!!! THERE IS A GOD! so i let the machine down easy and i am all set. wait, i just realized that this woman has my address, directions to my house, my home phone#, and my cell phone#, and she knows where i work. EEK! i will never answer my phone again...and i will keep all the doors locked.

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