I have nothing to write in my diary, so I make things up

Lately tv and radio commercials either crack me up or make me think wtf. The title to this blog comes from the chili's commercial about some dinner special they have going on. For some reason this commercial made me laugh really hard. And it got me to thinking, if people get paid to make this junk up, I could totally get an advertising job. Why am I not doing this?

In work news, there are people here who's cell phones are connected to their wrists. This one boy we have working here his phone rings every 5 minutes and it's his wife calling about something or another. Seriously? I mean what the heck could she have to say to him? It's constant and it drives me nuts. If that were me they'd be yelling at me all the time about being on the phone. Another employee, a girl this time, she is texting every 1 minute. I'm like, "who are you texting?" "My boyfriend." "Does he not know you have a job?" "Yes."

I think I may be too independent to ever be married or in a relationship because that crap would drive me up the wall. It's not that I wouldn't want the person calling me or texting me, but NOT every 5 minutes.

So, here's to being the crazy cat lady on my street.