friday the what?

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I try not to buy in to the superstitions too much.

However -- On my way to work this morning, I am pulling out of the neighborhood and I see a cop turning around. Not for me, then I see flashing lights, a big cement truck and a white car behind it. Seems either the truck stopped short or the little white car went too fast. No cement anywhere, but LOTS of scuffs on the little white cars hood. I wanted to stop and take a picture but was late and didn't want to seem rude LOL

Today was Jeffs first day back since Saturday. Managers meeting in Dallas for three days. We had the "talk". Go part time, go FMLA or just quit. I seemed to have gotten the feeling he wanted me to just quit, which I will probably do.

Larry says quit, then makes me feel guilty about it. Part time seems like a great option, we will talk more about it on Tuesday.

Then there's this. *imagine me actually shaking my head*

Ashleys assistant principal called me again today. It seems she was brought back into school by the officer who patrols. She was out there looking for Chanell during lunch. I didn't ever get the full story from her. I tried to take phone calls from her between customers. Her wanting to go to a party tonight, where there will be drinking (did I mention she got hepatitis a over the summer, in the hospital for 4 days hooked up to an IV and her eyes yellow/lime green for a month, she was so sick she couldn't even make a trip to the grocery store?) It really does kill me that her last days as a senior will be spent at home, a small price to pay for actual graduation.

She's crying, she wants to go. We have given in, even since she has been home, we are sticking firm. When she finally called after leaving the house for a month, we told her, pretty much lockdown, she said she would do whatever it took, until an invite comes around. Even since she has been home she has been out, then something happens and we feel like fools.

I got to work at 10:30 this morning, was supposed to leave at 7:30, didn't leave till 8:30, got home at nine.

I go into her room, she is already in bed, she has a headache. I try once more to let her know we are not the enemy. One day she will have to realize that we are only trying to help her.

I tell her, if you came and cried on my shoulder, Ashley, I would hug you and comfort you. But when all you show is hatred, it is hard. "I know"

This is a very light version of the actual events, all in all there was an hour and a half on the phone just with ash, 30 minutes on with Mrs. Galeas and about 45 with Larry. Then, 45 minutes in Jeffs office. Three and a half hours of my day dealing with, talking to or about Ashley. This is light, it is usually more.

Its amazing I actually got some activations. I have a quota of 40. Until today I had seven. I will need 6 tomorrow to be on track for what may be my last month at Sprint.