okay, one hour left

i have been trying to write in this all day, but i think i'm just being a whiney bitch. so, here's something totally unrelated to what's on my mind.so this guy comes into the office today with this girl who's about 35. he's about 75. so, he comes in and he picks up his order. they leave and kent tells me about the fact that this guy is like the hugh hefner of the geosynthetics industry in arizona. he's rich off his ass and has this 35 year old girlfriend. he has a bunch of construction jobsites across the state and he hires these peroxided daisy-duke like young girls to flag down traffic and load trucks and drive them. he pays them and basically buys them new body parts. funny stuff. he lives in cottonwood. how funny. the girl that came in was nice, but looked about dead she was so emaciated...except for her boobs. they were quite healthy, as well as fake. i laughed and laughed. it was good times. now there's about 45 minutes left at work. i might be dying.