I gave my notice today at work. It was no notice. Told my boss, I won't be back after today and it was thrilling. She hopes I was only joking but we'll have to see if my lottery tickets pull through. I'm feeling lucky though and I've already spent a good chunk of the dough in my head. Since winter won't leave and summer seems a good long way off, I've decided to buy a tropical island with my $113,000,000.
I'm feeling really lucky since I did such a good job at picking winning numbers at roulette on Monday. I bought ten tickets in anticipation of writing off nine of them against tonight's winnings. And to quote Dirty Harry, "you've got to ask yourself a question: Do I feel lucky?" Damn straight I do.
This morning though, I wasn't lucky. I left the house and stopped at toomanybucks for a grande latte. I paid toomanybucks and tipped the barista and drove to work. Three miles later, I tasted my drink and found my grande latte had turned into a no fat, no whip, white mocha coffee with cinnamon. Not what I ordered and not what I paid for. I returned it 13 hours later-they were 'annoyed' with me. They wanted to know why I waited so long to return it. I'd have been late for work, thats why.
Fresh latte in hand, I pulled up to the ATM and waited behind some guy in a very nice car to take care of his banking. When he left, I pulled up to the machine. It was a brand new ATM at my bank. Very shiny. Lots of bells and whistles and open to MR. Very Nice Car's account. OMG! It was asking me if I wanted another transaction. I can't tell you enough how hard it was for me to say NO. There wasn't a NO DAMMIT option. Just yes or no. I'm a good girl though so I pushed no. The machine spit Luigi's card out and gave it to me. Lotta good that does me now. Am I daft or what?
I'm betting on being a good girl. Perhaps my deed was caught in heaven and for payment I'll get that megamillions hit I'm looking for. If not, I need to undo what I told my boss and haul my butt into work on Monday.