Weeklong-ish wrapup.

So. Yeah. Heh. Haven’t been writing much, though I’m not sure why. Perhaps because I still want to rant and rave, though I already did my mind dump. Perhaps because I’m worried about someone, and I can’t quite up and tell them so and can only hope they can get some help – though since acknowledging you have a problem is the first step, it’ll never happen. Perhaps his wife will force him to take that step. I’m a little worried about a few others, so! I’ve been focusing on myself in my newest business venture.

Heh. Which lead to a *lot* of fun last week! Dad and I and the others were given a task that is to help us get more comfortable with talking with strangers who may become clients or co-workers. To do this, we were to collect names and numbers and just.. talk to people.

Well! Those who know me know I have a teeny tiny little itty bitty competitive nature.

Stop laughing.

Done now? Ok.
(I see you, there in the back, snickering behind your hand!)

ANYWAY. So, Dad and I went out together the first time, and then it started. Dad is REALLY GOOD at approaching people and talking to them. Me, I’m good at the smile and snarky commentary and general quick things, but in depth stuff… not so much. So well, dad kinda started goading me. And I, of course, totally took the bait, cuz well, I’m like that. And dad is TOTALLY like that too. And did I mention there was FREE FOOD as a prize? Yeah. So!

I’d call and tell him how many. He’d call when he tied. I’d call. He’d call. We drove mom NUTS. I’d call, and she’d give me GOLDENBOYs name and insinuate HE had more then BOTH of us. We’d BOTH step it up.

Then. Friday. The last day before the deadline of Saturday Morning. My car? In the shop. I was home, stranded! unable to go out and talk to people! And my dad, he goes and picks up MY daughter, and TIES ME AGAIN while waiting for the bus! THEN he had the lady call me “Hello? Your dad asked me to call and tell you I’m number 10.”

!!!!!!!!!!

So I told her to rasberry :p~~~~~ him, and then muttered. Stranded at home and he’s with MY daughter at her SCHOOL! with LOADS of parents he didn’t KNOW! GAH!

Lucky for him me, my mechanic called and said my car was ready. So then it was on again! I got 11, he called me a little bitch. I got 12, he called and said he got 12, I informed him i’d just gotten 13. Then I called him 15 minutes later to let him know i’d scored 5 more, to make EIGHTEEN! (THANK YOU to the group of guys hanging outside the store where I got my printer ink – who were totally into helping me beat my dad! Ya’ll rock, and I totally owe you Jack’n’Coke’s next I see you!) He called before bed and said he was tired, but had 16.

Whew. I totally would have gone to the bars if I needed too!

So anyway, we get there the next morning to talley up? I got first. Dad got second, and the nearest one to us had just 6. Goldenboy? 2. Swears he forgot, and would have won otherwise. HAHAHHAHAHAA.

Lunch was DELICIOUS!
And free. I mentioned free, right?

*shining grin*

Thanks, dad! It was fun!
And thanks to you, too, mom, for egging us on putting up with us!

(I took dad with me for Lunch, since the prize was lunch for two. I’m such a good kid…)