Glass Box Update ~again?!@#

Jones and I were going to work on Monday, but we never made it... My boy was HOT. His velocity started slowing down. I thought for sure we would end up stranded on the Xpress-way... We started up and down the ramp into the frontage road. Jones knew exactly where he was. I started praying for us to make it just a little bit further... just a little bit more... just a little bit further... At last, we were there... right in front of the Mechanic's shop... The gate was locked... And then, I read the sign... It was Monday and the shop was closed... So then, I tell Jones not to be afraid... I pray for him to go just a little bit further... I remember the shortcut to get to Wal-Mart... I knew they wouldn't have a mechanic to help but maybe, just maybe if I bought some coolant it might help... So we are finally there. Poor Jones was so HOT... I go in and ask for some coolant and one of the oil change guys comes out to see what I am doing... He says Wal-Mart will not allow them to help with such things... Well, why did you bother to come out to see what I am doing then? I thought to myself! LOL... So he lends me a funnel and he watches me put the coolant into my car. I ask him if he has water for my car and he says he does, so he adds a little bit of water. Then I take Jones around to the other side and wait until he COOLS off... Fortunately, I got home. There was not much more that I could do for Jones that day...

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On Tuesday, I had no choice but to go see if the Mechanic could check in on Jones. Once again, I prayed all the way. He was still getting HOT, but we made it to the Mechanic. I asked him if it was the water pump because of the evidence the steam left inside the hood. At first glance, he said it was. He also said that I was very lucky that Jones hadn't blown up... Ahhh... don't I know it?!! So I went into the waiting ROOM while Jones received a new transplant... Unfortunately, a SOLDIER man showed up. There he stood, in his Uniform, all cute with dimples and such... so Naturally, after he told the Mechanic his STORY about how he had to go and serve his country, even if it was only in Austin, Texas, it was his car that got worked on first while Jones was lying there, bleeding, with his guts out... So finally, the Soldier's car was fixed, and they finally took Jones into Surgery... You want how much money?! I think my Mechanic charged me too much for Labor this time... Was he hoping that I would just pay it? Well, I had to swallow my pride and just pay it, because Jones and I are a team, and I know he knew that he was injured pretty bad...

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So yesterday, I got the news... The Eye wants us to paint the Medical room. It is going to be an examing room. I am not impressed with my coworkers ideas, but I went along with them. I cannot believe we are going to be painting all day tomorrow. Grrr... especially since I already donated whatever clothes I could have used to paint. Now, I don't know what I will wear...

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Painting on Friday means that I only had yesterday and today to complete my work for the week. I saw all the kids on Wednesday and I worked a few cases. Today, I had a meeting in the morning. I did as many of the updates as I could and I filed them. What took a lot of my time is that I had a family who kept calling me. I talked to the sister-in-law, to the brother, and to the brother's boss. The brother wanted to take three days off to come "get his brother out of jail." I have no clue as to what the kid told him, but I spent so much time trying to calm all of them down because they were all so panicky... This means that I was not able to gather the paperwork that I needed for a case and I did not have time to complete a case to turn in for approval. How do you complete a week in two days?! Yesterday, I stayed after work for an hour and today I did the same thing, but I am no further ahead. Grrr...

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Betty Crocker is no different. She continues to ask me if I have done any filing. I have a feeling she is voicing a mean streak of jealousy that streams down from conversations with the click. What is her problem?!# Immaturity?

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This afternoon, I was surprised to see the receptionist filing the court documents... Has The Eye resolved the accessive filing problem by transferring the court documents to the receptionist? She is not under The Eye' s supervision... I wonder if her supervisor knows she is filing court documents...

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Also, something that freaked me out is that the Eye said that one of us has been talking behind his back saying that he is demanding and forcing us to work on tomorrow's project. Was it Betty Crocker? I am sure he probably thinks it was me... I spoke up and said that it was hard for me to believe that any one of us could have said something like that... I am wondering what happened.

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One fun thing is that I went to see a one bedroom apartment with a loft. Too bad the only way I might get it is if the couple who is in there splits up...