The week behind us was an interesting one for me, and the week ahead looks to be just as exciting. It almost appears as if I have a life. 
First off, I had a lovely visit to the ER last Friday. I'd been having pretty bad chest pains due to what I'd assumed was indigestion and made the mistake of mentioning it in passing two supervisors at work as if it was nothing. They practically tackled me and called 911, telling me that's not something to dismiss and I'm better safe than sorry. They were NOT going to take no for an answer so I humored them. Off I went in an ambulance, laughing with the EMT's that at least I got out of working. A wheelchair, an EKG, xrays, an IV, and 5 hours later, I was diagnosed with pulled muscles in my chest due to coughing & stress. Good times.
Work has been getting moderately better, our call volume has gone down, my sales have gone up (mo money!), and I've been getting pretty awesome freebies. Won myself a copy of Flight of the Conchords season 1 the other day when I took a spin on our marketing departments' cheesy prize wheel. And my cubicle neighbor burned me a bunch of old spaghetti westerns yesterday ( I ♥ Lee Van Cleef). Free goodies make me happy.
This weekend should be tons of fun, I have myself a three day weekend filled with SG goodness. Friday night - SG Philly event, Saturday - the roomie and I are headin up to Maryland to attend 666Irishs' annual beach party. I'm hoping this breaks the hermit trend, stayin in for so long has not suited me so well.
Also, Connie's gettin a lil too big for her britches. Seriously. Staying in so much combined with no longer having a physical job has added some chub. I don't like it. I worked my ass off to drop the excess weight I'd always carried, and now am damn near close to weighing what I did 5 years ago. Fuck. I need to do something about this NOW, I don't need to give myself any more reasons to revel in self loathing. So yeah.
This song has been stuck in my head today:
Reminds me of my favorite noodge ( ily baby ♥ ).
PS - cow socks rule.
Smooch
First off, I had a lovely visit to the ER last Friday. I'd been having pretty bad chest pains due to what I'd assumed was indigestion and made the mistake of mentioning it in passing two supervisors at work as if it was nothing. They practically tackled me and called 911, telling me that's not something to dismiss and I'm better safe than sorry. They were NOT going to take no for an answer so I humored them. Off I went in an ambulance, laughing with the EMT's that at least I got out of working. A wheelchair, an EKG, xrays, an IV, and 5 hours later, I was diagnosed with pulled muscles in my chest due to coughing & stress. Good times.
Work has been getting moderately better, our call volume has gone down, my sales have gone up (mo money!), and I've been getting pretty awesome freebies. Won myself a copy of Flight of the Conchords season 1 the other day when I took a spin on our marketing departments' cheesy prize wheel. And my cubicle neighbor burned me a bunch of old spaghetti westerns yesterday ( I ♥ Lee Van Cleef). Free goodies make me happy.
This weekend should be tons of fun, I have myself a three day weekend filled with SG goodness. Friday night - SG Philly event, Saturday - the roomie and I are headin up to Maryland to attend 666Irishs' annual beach party. I'm hoping this breaks the hermit trend, stayin in for so long has not suited me so well.
Also, Connie's gettin a lil too big for her britches. Seriously. Staying in so much combined with no longer having a physical job has added some chub. I don't like it. I worked my ass off to drop the excess weight I'd always carried, and now am damn near close to weighing what I did 5 years ago. Fuck. I need to do something about this NOW, I don't need to give myself any more reasons to revel in self loathing. So yeah.
This song has been stuck in my head today:
Reminds me of my favorite noodge ( ily baby ♥ ).
PS - cow socks rule.
Smooch
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