Omigodomigodomigod!!!

It's so awesome, omigodomigodomigod. My hairdresser called and we have an appointment for Sunday. I am excited about that. There's no impressing the Hamburger at this point, but there's always the rest of the known world. Please note that in my POSTCARD I sent to the hairdresser, I advised her to require that all her customers make their requests in this or an equally grandiose manner. All joking aside I told her to really call, because there was a boy I had to impress. And she did, and now I am working with the rest of the known world, not the Hamburger. HOT STUFF!!!

BTW, the above is a picture of me at work, or rather not working. I look businessy, but not so serious. Wanna rent an apartment from me? I kinda hate this store. My friend picked up a little terry outfit and suggested I buy it for the Hamburger and bring it over to his house. I thought that was a fantastic idea and continued on in this line of humor for the next several minutes.

The window designer is suddenly too busy to come out and see her perfect apartments I found for her. I am bummed because when you actually find something for someone who has impossible standards, it feels great to actually make the match. But many many times the customer does not cooperate in this ego game. Well, maybe today!

My other customers are kinda duds right now. I need to focus on getting some new ones. Some desperate ones!