Well, we won last night, 5-3. I thought that everyone at work was going to kill me because the Red Sox were winning. TJ kept making asinine remarks to me about going to clear a table or fold some napkins or something (which in itself was stupid because I was promoted to host over a year ago. I had to fight the urge to tell him to make me an eggplant parmigian). I love how he and Bob are all so hypocritical when there is a crucial game for the Yankees going on. If the Yankees make a good play or score a run, TJ can scream his drunken head off, but if Wells throws a strikeout, I can't even mutter under my breath. Bastards. Not really; just during playoffs.

I knew I shouldn't have relied on Allison to call me back. For some reason I knew when she said that she would know whether or not she could work for me on Monday as soon as she got to her apartment that she was just saying it to appease me. It's Saturday now, and I still have no call from her. Thanks Allison. I hate it when I have to rely on incompetents for help.

It's turning out to be a great weekend. Lets hope things don't take a turn for the worse after the Red Sox play the Yankees this afternoon.