Charley the tuna. Charley the hurricane. Charley the tropical storm. Hope Dennis is doing ok with the storm approaching. Two of the girls at work were supposed to leave for vacation to the Dominican Republic yesterday, but I strongly doubt they left. That sucks. We have a flood watch for tomorrow, but that's about it. Going to my brother's today(I think) for a bbq, but probably won't stay long so we can race home before it starts downpouring. The Bengals-Bucs game got postponed until maybe Monday. Also hopefully going to Boston next weekend to visit the Rob. That should be fun, except the assistant manager who makes the schedule put me on for Friday even though I'm off on the calender. Guess who's not showing up for work Friday? No, it's not that crazy Mike; it's me! Anyway, waiting for Kim to get home from work. I have to get money and gas, so perhaps I'll hit up one or both of those places before hearing from her. Not much else is going on. I'm tired of being harassed at work by my manager to become an assistant. He doesn't listen to me when I say no, but keeps saying, "when you're a manager..." So, on Monday, I'm going to have a talk with him to shoot down his idea and set my schedule for the school year. I'm going to sub on Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday, and then I'd work from 4:30-10 on those nights, and 9-5 on Weds and Friday to get my required hours to keep my benefits. Maybe I'd be able to save more money since I'd be getting better money from subbing once that starts and just use my work paychecks to cover my bills. I'm gonna go watch the olympics. Bye...Sike!