So yesterday as I was napping, getting ready for my awesome class in physics, the fag crew (a.k.a. the officers of Common Grounds - Tom, Deanna, Jordan, and I - but really it was just Tom, Deanna, and Jordan since I am in the subject) called me and roused me from my peaceful slumber.

"Uh?"
"Dennis, this is your post officer meeting phone call. blah blah blah."
"uh-huh"
"Could you do us a favor? We need you to make a flyer for us."
"uh?"
"By 11 tonight."
"For what event?"
"The gay speed dating. It's okay if you don't."
"Okay."
"Good. Thanks!"

Jordan calls me too on her cellphone at the same time Deanna called me. So it was attack of the krew! Anyway, I go to physics class all the while thinking about ideas for the flyers. When I worked at the library I used to make flyers all the time but my boss was a pain in the ass bitch who always said stuff like, "How about you move this over here?" or "That font doesn't look good." or "I think you need to redo this." so I felt/thought that I was really bad at making flyers. This was why I was hesitant at taking on the job. I thought the officer team would take a look at my flyers and say, "Uh...we were expecting something different." or something like that and they'll be disappointed and hate me.

But whatev.

I do the flyers. Three, actually. And I get them done by 10:45 PM. I go to e-mail Tom those flyers and instructions. Then Jordan e-mails me at 11 and says she needs the flyers. So I e-mail her the flyers but I get a return notice saying that her e-mail mailbox is over quota. Which, I guess, means full. So I write an e-mail telling her this. Of course, she doesn't write anything back to me. Whatever. I e-mail the flyers to Deanna just in case.

This morning I wake up and quickly check my e-mail to see if Jordan responded. She said she needed the flyers by 8:30 this morning. So it was 8:00 AM. I call Jordan. Twice. No answer. I didn't leave a message. She knows I called. So, during class at 10:30 AM or so, Jordan calls me. She leaves a voice mail telling me to just e-mail Deanna. duh. I just don't know why Jordan doesn't empty her mailbox. It's beyond me. So I call Jordan. No answer. I call Deanna. Deanna answers and looks for the files that I forwarded to her. Can't find them. I have to give Deanna my username and password into my e-mail account and from there she gets the files and everyone is happy.

But goddamn, it's not supposed to be this hard to print flyers.

Flipside, everyone loves the flyers. They're smart and witty and hawt. So I'm happy.

Work today was pretty good. I was with the Bossman and Olivia. Olivia and I have a Price is Right lunch date tomorrow. Hot.