I visited my sister in the hospital on Saturday. The port they put in her leg is still infected but she is out of ICU. She seems to be getting better but is in a lot of pain. I ditched for an hour and a half to attend a meeting downtown at the Phoenix convetion center, which disapointed me.
My mom and I ate at Joe's Farm Grill which was featured on Guy Fierri's show Diners, Drive ins, and Dives.
The line was out the door and had not dimminished by the time we had finished eating and left. The food was good, not super outstanding, but beats out many chain places. I think this is why people like to eat here instead of dealing with a flunky failing at their McJob.
The meeting was for the staff and volunteers for the Phoenix Comicon at the end of the month. Limp handshakes and an attitude of if we do not know you do not talk to us was felt by me. The individuals that are in charge of the photographers, who I needed to see were not there, so this was a bust and I still have no clue what is expected of me or what I need to do.
When I came into work this morning I was met with good news. My most favorite person in the world is dead. They threw some concrete overshoes on him and he sleeps with the fishes. Rot in Hell Assholma bin Laden!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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