Since July began some assholes have been popping off fireworks in our neighborhood scaring the shit out of our animals and obviously causing a serious fire hazard for the whole area! It's now July 27th and they're still fucking popping them off!

ARGH! The police have so many "dial this" and "dial that's" that it's practically impossible to get through to them! But fuck it, I want the mother fucker's fined and hauled off or whatever! My poor dogs outside are scared beyond belief and they're trying to get out of our backyard to escape the terror! They've already busted a wood plank in our fence! The dogs inside were hiding underneath beds and blankets! We couldn't even get them to come out.

Update: It would seem that the cops have found the culprit. Down on Cohasset and Independence, the corner house. My mom and I drove down the general area to see which house they were coming from and the cops had parked and were interrogating some people at that house. So here's hoping the mother fucker's get slapped with a huge fine or worse! I'm just tired of it and concerned dagnabbit! We found firework leftovers on our roof too! So I think we have a right to be concerned.

Apparently, we weren't the only people who called in either. So as a community we worked together to get 'em! Whoo hoo! The system does work. :D

As for the rest of my day, I had to work so that was rather uneventful. But there were a few things that I can write about.

I've realized how much I hate working where I work. I have no desire to sell to people anymore and worse yet, I've lost the desire to help people (at least where I am now). Perhaps it's just that I need a change in scenery. I'm hoping to get a job in a Petco or Petsmart. There, I'll find out if it's just Collar & Leash that has made me sour. The other option of course is to become a veterinary receptionist. The only problem there is the fact that flexibility will become an issue and I still need to finish school. School at this point is far more important.

So after a long morning of loathing customers, Manuel came in and let me go to lunch with my sweetie, Berek. It was nice just being in his presence. He helps me be happy even when there really isn't much to be happy about.

So we had lunch at Subway and then Berek treated me to an ice cream cone at McDonald's (which at first seemed like a good idea). After ordering our chocolate dipped ice cream cones we watched a McDonald's employee look over our order and contemplate...though I'm not sure what there was to contemplate about 2 chocolate dipped ice cream cones. Then he went to the paper bags and looked up at the computer screen. It was then that he proceeded to work on the next order, completely disregarding ours!!!! What the hell?! Berek and I were astounded and we looked at each other in complete disbelief. The guy then called out the next order (the one that proceeded ours) and I just about lost it, but I simply walked away and let Berek handle it. He told the guy that traditionally you help the next customer in line. And the guy still made no attempt to make our order! There was a lady in line who ordered an ice cream cone and was waiting for hers too. She completely agreed with our discontent with what was happening. Finally, the guy that was working the register made the ice cream cone for the lady behind us, and then us (which was still infuriating that she got hers before ours but whatever!). Next, when he gave us our chocolate dipped cones, the guy didn't even wait until the chocolate had solidified so he gave it to us dripping! Argh! So I guess the other guy didn't know how to make ice cream cones or something, at least that's what we speculate. Still, what the hell is there to making a fucking ice cream cone!! I wanna know! The moral of the story: Never order chocolate dipped ice cream cones from McDonald's again. Sheesh!

I got to see my dad for the first time in 2 weeks...he was supposedly on business in Chicago, but somehow I'm not convinced that's all he was in Chicago for. My dad has been less than truthful about his recent trips and excursions. He's apparently been rather amorous and sex deprived and my mother won't give into his sort of intimate activities. Thus, he has learned to have at it with internet whores...yes I'm a little pissed, but I'm not sure that it's all his fault...so I can't blame him. Still, I don't condone his activities. *sigh*

Well...I guess that's all I have to say today...I'm going to go and read.