Hey Jakey,

Ooooooh, I hate it when people are late. I'm sitting here at work waiting for C to show up so we can both head over to F's wedding. She was supposed to be here at 1 o'clock. It's now 1:34. She just called and said she had to stop and buy a card on the way. She's all the way over in Kings Beach, so she won't get here until after 2:00, I'm sure. The freakin' wedding STARTS at 2:00! Argh.

So yesterday, I'm supposed to interview this one chick who's interested in freelancing for me. She called up that morning and said she'd be here at 12:30. She calls up at 1:30 and said she's running late, and she's sorry. She finally gets here at 2:00, and she's wearing a hot-pink tank top and white capri pants. Granted, this was an informal interview, but COME ON! An hour and a half late, and she's dressed like she's going to a clambake!

Then... I have a 4 pm meeting with some other chick who's event is going on the cover next week. I told her at least two months ago that her stuff would be due to me on Friday. She comes in at 4:58, and says she'll try and get me her stuff by noon today. HELLO?!?! I have to build this shit this weekend, and it's one freakin' forty in the afternoon, and she STILL doesn't have this stuff to me.

I hate people! Does everyone SO not have their shit together these days or what? Hmph. There. I just left her a nasty voicemail.

Gotta go. Love ya!