Errand day, I’m off from work, it’s raining. Poop detail, workout, requested my weekly unemployment, went to library to fax shit for having my pension moved to fidelity... fucking Pepsi has fucked it up 3 times... I did the whole thing over the phone with these mental defectives last week and now they call and say they need a copy of my marriage license. I blasted the woman on the phone.... but she’s as dumb as the rest of them. Next up is getting the MIL car inspected and set up an appointment to have someone look at buying the Volvo wagon before something else breaks on it during my 1 mile ride to work. Also setting up appointment for my Interview with Titleist for summer ball fitting intern.
