It’s Tuesday night. I should be out stuffing my gullet full of wings and drinking trendy beer with Drew, Wendy, Paul and Alex. Instead we’re slurping back spaghetti and I’m working my tush off on my contract assignment. The boy (refugee from Winnipeg) is running up my phone bill and Drew is prepping lunches for tomorrow.

I can’t believe how long the boy has managed to stay on the phone. He’s like a teenage girl. 3 hours and counting. He get’s cutt off in the next half hour or we won’t be able to call my mom or sister for the rest of the month. We’re on a budget here ya know…

Oh, and it’s my sister’s birthday. Guess who’s not getting a call.

Oddly enough, we’ve never spent more than 6 hours a month on the phone since dad died so we haven’t ever had to worry about a large – and expensive once it gets past the plan limit – phone bill in years!

Gin: you so didn’t warn me about this stuff.

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