<header>Diary 55</header>

03-28-98


I learned something nifty yesterday: how to get change for the vending machines. My employers, in their misplaced benevolence, provided us with snack machines, but no change dispensers. And most of the vending machines just spit back your dollar when you try to force them to make change. So, when the machines randomly decide to take only coins, you're SOL.

But I managed to find the one machine that will obediently give out coins when you put in your dollar: the coffee machine. I'm going to keep this discovery under wraps, lest my company take away the mutinous coffee machine.

I love this warm weather lately. It makes me feel like cutting all my classes (especially the saturday morning ones).

I called Ken today, hoping to get some feedback on the money he owes me. Instead, I got his mother, who proceeded to interrogate me about his tax forms. She insisted that I must have them, since Ken had not recieved them. As if I had nothing better to do with my life than be petty and hide his tax forms from McDonald's. Unlike some people, I do have stuff to do.

Katie went out with us tonight, despite her pneumonia. I hope it doesn't make her even more sick. She promises that we'll get to meet her new boyfriend, Chris, next week-end. She also came up with a list of topics that Dirk and I were not to bring up while we were with her boyfriend. One was sex, in general. Apparently, he's a virgin. Another was her ex-boyfriends, and any past sexual experience she might have had with them. I'm disappointed. I was so looking forward to embarassing her (kidding).

Dirk complained all day about the fact that we weren't visiting Deb. Honestly, sometimes I think he cares more about her than he does me. It's not like she's not coming home in eight weeks or so anyway.


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