So Shaune doesn’t want to paint ’cause of all the bugs … don’t blame her, but now I’m down from six potential painters to four. At least I know Doron and Bob won’t quit (I hope) … Jimmy is questionable simply ’cause I haven’t met him, and Nate is, well, Nate. He probably won’t, but then again, you never know.

I’m not even gonna go into the ordeal that arose with a certain client today … when someone yells at you, won’t listen, doesn’t believe what you say, and has to talk to your boss for over an hour before any kind of compromise can be reached (not to mention making you upset in the process), it’s a sign that maybe you’re in the wrong line of work. Blah. If only I could quit with a paycheck

At least the whole verified/unverified thing with PayPal is worked out. Stupid CommonWeath combined PayPal’s deposit amounts, but oh well, it didn’t take too long to diagnose and fix the problem. So despite my current overdraft status, my account will soon be $6.50 richer. Yay.

Not much else happened today besides my weird sleeping pattern … did laundry, got my final telecom bill, and hung out with Brian. Bob called twice, so need to see him soon and break “the news.” Blah. Maybe tomorrow ’cause Shaune’s working late. Speaking of tomorrow, it’s supposed to be 90. Fuck. How am I supposed to market in that?