Job interview today! Wish me luck!
Can't take all the b.s. of the "big wigs" any more. I mean come on now, how can you try to tell us what to do when you've never been to the office and actually have seen the size of this place!
Monday, March 31, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
Crazy for the Crazies!
Another day another dollar. This has been a never ending week, thankfully Friday is finally here. With sun out and as the second day of Spring here (can't you tell with the snow on the ground?), it seems to bring out the crazies out of the woodwork. I think I've gotten the weirdest phone calls and walk-ins today compared to some of the fullest moon days. If this is showcase for what the"warm" time is like, I should just bail out now and call in sick for the season.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Are you Irish today?
It cracks me up how may people are "Irish" today! Even though I at times "celebrate" this holiday, I am still part Irish every day....does that mean that I should be cherished even more on this day?!? Oh boy the craziness that will be going on all around this lovely college town I call home! I remember the days of having little responsibility and being able to drink all day, take a nap, eat, and then go and party all trough the night...then of course I didn't really have bills so that gave me more money to do all that partying too.
p.s. I think I'm finally over that death-bed sickness and only have a trace of the stuffy nose left! Woooooooo-hooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Just call me a klutz!
While walking from where the bus drops me off to work ( about a block and a half) I somehow managed to fall not once but twice! To make matters worse I spilt my coffee all over the place without so much as have taken a sip yet. So that right there was not something that put me in any type of cheerful mood.
The first time I went down my knee and caught me so it wasn't that bad, though my knee still kind of stings. Getting up was a bit of a struggle seeing as I almost put a hole in my pants. So trying trying to be smart about the rest of the walk, I crossed the street because i thought there was less ice over there. Oh was I wrong; very, very wrong in deed! There was actually more ice there which in turn came my second fall. This time was no laughing matter because both my feet came out from underneath me sending me straight to to ground.
Of course I tried to catch myself and try not to hit that hard, but of course it wasn't that easy and my wrist bent in a way I didn't think possible. So I must of lied there all sprawled out on the sidewalk;k for a couple of minutes with coffee and my bag all around me before I finally convinced myself to at least try to sit up and go from there. Meanwhile at least three or four cars passed by me and not one slowed down, much less stop to see if I was okay. It's like I was just some invisible person that no one wanted to deal with.
I eventually got myself up and continued on my way to work, holding back the tears that were burning the inside of my eyelids. So me being the stubborn person I've always been, I didn't go right to the hospital but instead tried to ignore the pain and write off the fall as minor. Yeah well that only lasted a couple oh hours when the pain got unbearable. so, now there I was in the hospital having the technician bending and twisting my hand to get that "perfect" x-ray picture.
So after all is said and done, here I am mickey-mouse typing a blog and pissy my medicine makes me loopy so therefor I can't take it while at work. Sometimes I seriously wonder if things like this will stop happening to me!
The first time I went down my knee and caught me so it wasn't that bad, though my knee still kind of stings. Getting up was a bit of a struggle seeing as I almost put a hole in my pants. So trying trying to be smart about the rest of the walk, I crossed the street because i thought there was less ice over there. Oh was I wrong; very, very wrong in deed! There was actually more ice there which in turn came my second fall. This time was no laughing matter because both my feet came out from underneath me sending me straight to to ground.
Of course I tried to catch myself and try not to hit that hard, but of course it wasn't that easy and my wrist bent in a way I didn't think possible. So I must of lied there all sprawled out on the sidewalk;k for a couple of minutes with coffee and my bag all around me before I finally convinced myself to at least try to sit up and go from there. Meanwhile at least three or four cars passed by me and not one slowed down, much less stop to see if I was okay. It's like I was just some invisible person that no one wanted to deal with.
I eventually got myself up and continued on my way to work, holding back the tears that were burning the inside of my eyelids. So me being the stubborn person I've always been, I didn't go right to the hospital but instead tried to ignore the pain and write off the fall as minor. Yeah well that only lasted a couple oh hours when the pain got unbearable. so, now there I was in the hospital having the technician bending and twisting my hand to get that "perfect" x-ray picture.
So after all is said and done, here I am mickey-mouse typing a blog and pissy my medicine makes me loopy so therefor I can't take it while at work. Sometimes I seriously wonder if things like this will stop happening to me!
Monday, March 10, 2008
Knocked Around...and then some
So I'm finally back and going after having every sickness under the sun last week. Most of my friends and coworkers have been getting either a sinus infection, bronchitis, or some type of flu that knocked them on the azzes for a few days. After seeing all these things going around for over the last couple of weeks, I was sure that if it hadn't hit me yet I was going to be lucky enough to not catch anything. After all since quitting smoking months ago, I hadn't gotten sick at all, and believe me when I say for me, that's really good.
Well I couldn't not have been more wrong than I have ever had been before. While visiting my mom and sister two weekends ago I started not feeling to good but just thought it was a minor cold from the constant change in temperature. I ended up leaving earlier than I wanted to to make the 2 1/2 hour drive home with a stop or two on the way; which by the way made my trip turn into a 5 hour one. By the time I finally got home, all I wanted to do was go to bed and sleep off the feeling of weariness. This of course wasn't as easy as I thought it would be, and lay there tossing and turning and in turn feeling worse. I ended up waking up early (as in before the sun even thought to come out) and realizing I had no voice and feeling very nauseous and overall that complete crap. So I had to take that step and email (since I couldn't talk) my boss and a coworker to let them know that there was no way I'd be making it into the office that day. Well as the day went on, I got sicker and weaker; then so forth to the next day and so on.It turns out that I had everything above mentioned, on top of having a couple of bad asthma attacks due to being do sick. So I ended up missing all week of work (well okay was forced to go in on Friday or I would be "reprimanded" by the big wigs). Let me just tell you how much I was was peeved and ended up napping on and off at the office because I still wasn't fully well, but mostly because I was "showing" them that I was in protest for being forced to work when I clearly was in no shape to be out of bed, and especially not at work where I deal with people all day.
Now it's Monday and I'm almost better, though I wouldn't have objected to another day of rest and relaxation. I'm eating again, which is a really good thing considering I did way too little of that last week; I'm also able to get up and down the stairs at my house without completely loosing my breath and having to rest in between each trip I had to make. And yes, in case you are wondering, I did make a visit to the doctors but of course they are complete idiots and if they don't know what is wrong they seem to give you amoxicillian and tell you to check back in in about a week for a checkup. Sometimes I really think that I'm in the wrong profession, because I'm sure I could manage to tell people a general answer and get paid twenty-something an hour to do so.
Well I couldn't not have been more wrong than I have ever had been before. While visiting my mom and sister two weekends ago I started not feeling to good but just thought it was a minor cold from the constant change in temperature. I ended up leaving earlier than I wanted to to make the 2 1/2 hour drive home with a stop or two on the way; which by the way made my trip turn into a 5 hour one. By the time I finally got home, all I wanted to do was go to bed and sleep off the feeling of weariness. This of course wasn't as easy as I thought it would be, and lay there tossing and turning and in turn feeling worse. I ended up waking up early (as in before the sun even thought to come out) and realizing I had no voice and feeling very nauseous and overall that complete crap. So I had to take that step and email (since I couldn't talk) my boss and a coworker to let them know that there was no way I'd be making it into the office that day. Well as the day went on, I got sicker and weaker; then so forth to the next day and so on.It turns out that I had everything above mentioned, on top of having a couple of bad asthma attacks due to being do sick. So I ended up missing all week of work (well okay was forced to go in on Friday or I would be "reprimanded" by the big wigs). Let me just tell you how much I was was peeved and ended up napping on and off at the office because I still wasn't fully well, but mostly because I was "showing" them that I was in protest for being forced to work when I clearly was in no shape to be out of bed, and especially not at work where I deal with people all day.
Now it's Monday and I'm almost better, though I wouldn't have objected to another day of rest and relaxation. I'm eating again, which is a really good thing considering I did way too little of that last week; I'm also able to get up and down the stairs at my house without completely loosing my breath and having to rest in between each trip I had to make. And yes, in case you are wondering, I did make a visit to the doctors but of course they are complete idiots and if they don't know what is wrong they seem to give you amoxicillian and tell you to check back in in about a week for a checkup. Sometimes I really think that I'm in the wrong profession, because I'm sure I could manage to tell people a general answer and get paid twenty-something an hour to do so.
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