Good afternoon. Last night was the end of a very busy week. When my room mate showed up Friday night I had to apologise for the state of the apartment. I have been doing nothing here except sleeping for the past week (oh, everything got worked out with my room mate. The rent will go up $50 but nothing else will change).

On Thursday I worked my first shift in men's wear. Turns out that selling clothing to men is like shooting fish in a barrel. It's incredible how easy it is to move them from looking at a $12 shirt over to a $68 shirt with a pair of pants to match! Maybe I just have a gift.

After work I went to a Stag party for a friend from my church. On my way I stopped and bought a bottle of wine, as the meal was going to consist entirely of meat, but I was hesitent when bringing it into the condo they had rented because I wasn't sure what kind of party it was going to be. I found out as soon as I walked into the kitchen and saw a multitude of hard liqour bottles arrayed. As I was planning on driving home that night because of things I had to do in the morning I drank very little and instead concentrated on making sure that everyone else had a full glass at all times. The groom threw up a number of times before I left.

Oops have to run.