You are now looking at a picture taken in New Orleans, Louisiana, and more specifically in a room I like to call "THE HELL ROOM". The image reminded me of good times so I posted it. This room took forever to get in a semi-proper condition for the owners. I want to say a personal thanks to John and Matt for always being there. The adventure will continue boyz, I'll be home before you know it. Now for the topic today....
For some strange reason I went to sleep at 5 a.m. this morning and had the ability to thrust out of bed like Micheal Jackson laid next to me at 9:30 a.m.. But a pretty busy morning ensued, partly because of an expired decal on my car. After losing my registration, I got on the phone and gave a court house 600 miles away permission to fax it.
Doesn't seem like too much of a problem right?
WRONG!!!!!
I walk into the club house and say to the guy behind the desk "Good morning, my name is Adrian Graham, Im here to pick up the decal for my car, the registration was just faxed over".
He replied simply enough "Okay lets see" (walks over to fax machine and midway there stops) "Whats that last name again?"
"GRAHAM"
He checks the faxes and says that he doesn't see anything with that name, and me being the patient person I am, I breathe out and get back on the phone with a lady that does not sound pleased to be in a cold court house at 9:30. This time I am assured that it was faxed.
I ask the man behind the desk....."Can you please check again, I was told it was sent?" He stops me abruptly and says "Oh you said Graham was the last name I thought you said Rachel..."
WTF!!!!.... And thats why I don't wake up before noon......
I think the moral of this one was, "Sometimes the hell room can be more comforting than an extended Florida internship"
Your Blogger that wakes up at 9:30 only to deal with the deaf
Adrian G.
For some strange reason I went to sleep at 5 a.m. this morning and had the ability to thrust out of bed like Micheal Jackson laid next to me at 9:30 a.m.. But a pretty busy morning ensued, partly because of an expired decal on my car. After losing my registration, I got on the phone and gave a court house 600 miles away permission to fax it.
Doesn't seem like too much of a problem right?
WRONG!!!!!
I walk into the club house and say to the guy behind the desk "Good morning, my name is Adrian Graham, Im here to pick up the decal for my car, the registration was just faxed over".
He replied simply enough "Okay lets see" (walks over to fax machine and midway there stops) "Whats that last name again?"
"GRAHAM"
He checks the faxes and says that he doesn't see anything with that name, and me being the patient person I am, I breathe out and get back on the phone with a lady that does not sound pleased to be in a cold court house at 9:30. This time I am assured that it was faxed.
I ask the man behind the desk....."Can you please check again, I was told it was sent?" He stops me abruptly and says "Oh you said Graham was the last name I thought you said Rachel..."
WTF!!!!.... And thats why I don't wake up before noon......
I think the moral of this one was, "Sometimes the hell room can be more comforting than an extended Florida internship"
Your Blogger that wakes up at 9:30 only to deal with the deaf
Adrian G.
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