I Own the Boosters' Souls

About this time last week, my dad knocked on my bedroom door, looking a touch panicked, and said he had a question for me. Kris Taflan, the woman who was supposed to be designing the program since MAY, has come to the conclusion that she can't possibly get it done in time to be at the printer by Monday morning. -Ahem- MONDAY MORNING! So, Kailey, could you please, please, please, pleeeeeeease do it for us?! And well, I can't say no to people in need...or $500 and a whole bunch of random presents from people whose asses I saved...I said yes.

My dad had a few business ads at the house already that I worked on until I got the bulk of the stuff from Kris on Tuesday after the Booster meeting. Now, the woman has had this stuff for months--MONTHS--and 99% of the businesses use exactly the same ads every year so all she's gotta do it hit the copy button and she's done, so I find a disc she's made and assume that it probably has all the ads she's already done. Oh I wish. It contained one ad...that I already did..and the rest of the stuff was in complete disorder. And so begins my program-making hell.

I spent most of Wednesday afternoon and evening with Duane, so I didn't really start until that night. I worked on it until about 2:30am. Then I spent ALL of Thursday, save a two hour Eat-N-Park break, on the damn thing. Around this time is when my dislike of Newbrough Photo progressed into a deep, seething hatred. It's always a fun time when you open the picture file that's supposed to be Jeff Quickle, a nice little freshman that lives by me, but get Vance Miller, a very large and somewhat scary looking senior. Nevermind that all the pictures pretty much suck. Gah, Brownie could take better pictures!

But now the program is all printed out. My printer is still crying, lol. And in order, so I just have to drop it off at the printer on Monday morning. And oh yes, the best part: Tony's back is hurt again and he can't play, so he just quit since it's too depressing to just stand there and watch. So while my dad is still president and all that jazz, we don't actually have a kid playing football...