So, yesterday John decided that he MUST have a puppy THAT VERY DAY, so we went to a different pet store, one with financing available, and there were these two beYOOOtiful baby Jack Russell terriers, the kind John wants, and we cooed and petted them and waited for the financing to go through on these (gulp) $1200 pups. It didn't, so John tried to get an extra $1000 on his credit card, but he was turned down there, too. So, dejected, we went back to work and three hours later he told me "I got a puppy!"

He was calling breeders and trying to find a pup for less than $900 in the area, and he looked on the web and found a breeder in Tennessee who was selling puppies for $350 plus shipping and handling! So, it was a happy ending!

Except that I still want that dachsie...

I've recently been doing some Billing at work (and nothing warms the heart more than trying to get money out of people with cancer), and the first thing I was set to do was write-offs.

At this time, there is a tie for smallest bill. There was the one for $1, but we'd only been billing that one since July. The other one was for $2.58, which is more, but we'd been billing it since March 1994.

I think the second is the clear winner in Billing idiocy.

Other fun billing things: George Washington welshed on $600, Ronald McDonald has cancer and a fellow named General Lee Johnson lives in Brooklyn, NY.

Less fun billing things: I found a bill for Baby Girl Ramirez. The cancer test was done five days after birth, and she died before she could be given a name. I was born 23 August 1964. I found a bill for a woman who died of cancer born on 28 August 1965.

The strangest show was on TV last night.

It was an ice skating version of Disney's Beauty and the Beast, sung and spoken by the Broadway cast while top skaters performed in costume, so there would be fifteen voices singing and one skater skating a routine that was more or less connected to the song, kinda. And it just jumped from song to song and didn't really tell the story (of course, everybody knows the story, but it was still disconcerting).

I adore ice skating, but it was so gruesome I could barely keep my eyes off of it.

Indra told me that I'm supposed to come in at 8.30a, not 9a...
I have GOT to find another job.

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