so last night i was still being a big baby and someone called here for one of the other guys. apparently the guy left work and forgot to do something that hade to be done. so i had the pleasure of dragging the other guy out of bed, putting him on the phone with his boss and then watching him get mad and stomp off, irritated because he had to put his uniform back on and drive back to the office. i shouldn't have taken pleasure in it, but because i was irritated with everyone, it was kinda nice to see someone else having a bad day. evil i am...

so i made up for it today. pretty-smelling girl wasn't there last night when we went to get our hair cut. so we left a note and she stopped by later to tell us we could come by today for cuts. her face was all red and she was very subdued. normally she's a wise-ass, laughing and joking her way with everyone up and down the hallway. she said she got bad news. she came back today to tell us she could cut, but the other guy couldn't get his done, so she started to mope her way back to her building. i asked if she wanted to go to dinner with me, and got the story out of her and got her to start laughing and joking. well, that sounds like i'm taking credit for it. people like that just naturally heal themselves. she's not over it yet, but she's on the road. then we came back to the house and watched "just friends". a good, stupid movie that lets you turn your brain off for a little while. so that was a good hour or two of laughing. so i don't feel so bad for chuckling over that guy's misery last night... i'm not a saint by any stretch but i won't be ruining the whoseville christmas anytime soon.