So when I roadtripped to e3, I went with Patrick and Nathan (not the ex, another one). They were coming in from New Mexico, in a rental that I was promised wouldn't be too expensive. Twenty bucks a day, or something like that, split three ways. My share would be something like $100 plus a little more for gas.The fucking car cost $710.69. What the hell? I have to pay $236 of my own money. And on top of that, it's Cecil and Derek's fault the damn thing was so expensive. See, we only had so many miles on the thing, but we went over our limit, driving the two of them around. I was at the airport twice for them, and then we had to drive halfway across LA to pick them up or drop them off. I think I mentioned the milage thing to Cecil, and he may have mumbled something about payment, but of course when he gets home to Texas he decides he doesn't want to be contacted anymore and fucking disappears.
Grrrargh! Well, there goes my "no reason for working" excuse. If they're paying me regularly for training, I'll have it paid by the end of the week. Sucks though, I was looking forward to making money right from the start. Bleh, whatever.
Tuna fish for lunch. We're doing the function quiz today at Greyhound. Let's see... F1 is to process. F2 and F3, pg fwd and back in the agency screen. F4 and F5, pg fwd and back in regular screens. F7, agency screen. F10, special fares. F6, bulletins? F13, special codes screen, F14 daily notes, F16 close. I can't remember F15 and F8... no wait, F8 is flagstops. Hmm, this is going to be tough.
