-i was wrong. that would be $105 PER SUNDAY i work in my paycheck... i'm looking at 3 of them at least. so... yeah... that $400 car i'm working on? NO PROBLEM.
-so for the next few weeks it looks like i am going to either a) stay healthy and not tired and have absolutely no life, or b) rock the fuck out whenever i can because i need the "i really don't live at work" beaten back into my brain, thus causing serious fatigue and possibly sickness. it is likely i will go for b. i hate feeling like i live at that place. wish me luck and health! maybe i will miraculously go to needing only 4 hours of sleep a night... that would be good...
-enough with the work crap. work will NOT, especially when i am there so much, rule my life.
-i think it is pretty obvious by now, even if i haven't said it in a while, that i am with Spott. she is my girl. simple.
-Spott has 2 younger sisters. i finally have names for them. the middle one is Monkey. the youngest, who lives here with Spott and me, is Teapot (i used to call her Nemesis, because that was her chosen name, but then Nemesis went pink and that doesn't work so well anymore...).
-that said, friday night after not much waiting, Monkey arrived with plans to take Teapot to Niagara Falls to get her trashed legal-style. after taking a vote, we elected to, instead of traveling across the border, head to the grocery store for mixers for what we had here, as well as a 6-pack of corona for Monkey. oh yeah, and a lime. can't forget the lime.
-we came home, played some games, drank alot, and had much fun. i hung out on the balcony with Teapot & Monkey for a while, and had a drag of a smoke from each of them. mind you, i don't smoke, and neither does Teapot (it was the first time i saw her with or even SMELLED her with a cigarette). once in a while, i'll just crave tobacco. i blame it on my parents.
-i never buy a pack, and i think friday brought me up to 5 times i've had a drag. i figure my lungs don't need any more abuse than i give them on a regular day. saturday morning i woke up coughing again. apparently whatever of that cold was left in my lungs was brought back out by the little bit of smoke i inhaled...
--saturday morning, even though i had gone to bed at 3:30, i popped awake at 7:30am. after laying around in bed for nearly an hour, i decided it was time to get up and pee. i got up, not thinking anything of the closed door (we usually keep the bathroom door shut. keeps the cats from tearing up the trash can in there.), and walked into the bathroom... to find Teapot in "porcelain god worship mode". apparently she had NOT taken ANY of our advice about drinking plenty of water and getting something to eat after drinking as much as she did. she just went to bed. i certainly hope she learned from that. knowing that low blood sugar, dehydration, and lack of stomach acid was what was causing her to be sick, i tried to get her to have some tea with honey. she said she'd drink it.
-i've been hungover before. i know what it feels like. i know how to fix it. usually, though, all it entails is popping a couple HCl pills with half a glass of water, that settles my stomach, and then i can do some food & water, and tylenol to get rid of the shakes and the headache. unfortunately, i didn't have any HCl pills left.
-tea, being acidic, could help her stomach, and the honey could start bringing her blood sugar up a bit. after she said she would drink it, and i made it, she didn't touch it. not a bit. i tried to get her to have a little candied ginger. i know it is a strong taste, but once its past the tongue it settles the stomach like nothing i've ever encountered. and i've encountered about as many stomach-issue remedies as are out there. remember, my stomach doesn't produce enough acid... and i didn't know that until about a year and a half ago. for a while there i was living on tummy mint tea and veggies.
-anyway, after she didn't touch the tea, barely had any water, decided to not even try the ginger, all after not following the advice about water and food (which all 3 of us gave her the night before!), i lost pity for her.
-Monkey, Spott & i went to Denny's for breakfast. Monkey tried their peach french toast--something i will apparently have to try after i have more HCl pills. it smelled wonderful. once during breakfast, Monkey called Teapot to make sure she was still alive.
-we left for Canandaigua right after breakfast (without Teapot, who had to work in the afternoon) to help the girls' parents do some major basement overhaul. there were boxes and bags of stuff to go through, a couple walls starting to mold that had to come down, and of course the cleanup to be done before, during, and after. being me, i chose the worst possible job i could have chosen, tearing down the walls, just to get it over, done, and cleaned up as quickly as possible. i'm glad that before i really broke into drywall that i had the foresight to take a hit of my inhaler. i might be dead now had i not...
-Spott's mom had the first good shot at the wall to come down--which she very nicely and aptly took as a good karate-style front kick. much fun. then i did a good chunk of the tearing down from there, including one upper section of wall that decided to attack Spott's face... yep, she's sporting a bit of a black eye now. seriously, the wall was considerably weaker than i though it was. what i thought would take at least one more wack to take down fell right off its screws, and right onto Spott. i felt really really bad. good, thing, though, she managed to get her eyes closed before it smacked her. SO, no eye damage. just the bruise. we made sure she got some ice...
-since i didn't have any clue what to do with the stuff that needed to be sorted, after i finished pulling down the walls that needed to be pulled down, Spott's dad and i got the big stuff cleaned up, and then he left me to finish the rest.
-once we were all at a stopping place, Monkey & her mom went to shop for needed items (i have no idea what!), as well as a movie to rent, while Dad hid somewhere probably trying not to be found. Spott & i watched a bit of DVRed tv that we don't get. when Monkey & her mom returned, we all ate a lovely dinner of tacos and discussed going out to a movie. apparently they hadn't been successful finding a good one to rent. not that i had much to say about it, but prime is what we were going to see...
-we went to the movie, which was cute in a chick flick sort of way, and then parted ways to get home, Monkey, the mom, and the dad to Canandaigua, Spott & i back to Buffalo. i napped most of the way back. that 4 hour night was starting to get to me. i also went to bed, directly to bed, do not pee, do not brush teeth, as soon as we got home. i'm impressed i managed to get most of my clothes off before my face hit the pillow.
-lots of sleep = a good thing.
-the next morning i woke up to some basically crippling cramps. i wanted to call in to work. i wanted to take enough of the right drugs to make me unable to work, but also to take the edge off. that's all the ever really do anyway... but i didn't. i was working sunday as a favor for a man who did me a big giant favor last winter when i really needed it. well, he really needed it sunday. so i sucked it up, got ready, and went to work...
-...where i was mobbed by customers (i'm talking 4-6 at the counter all the time) for 3 hours, as i tried to cover a copymax made for at least 2 staff all by my little lonesome. the store manager on came over and helped me a bit. when i finally got a few minutes to call and see if anyone could come in (unsuccessfully), she asked "so what are you going to do? work all day without a break?". normally i'd just insert a WTF?! here, but i think this one requires a full out "WHAT THE FUCK WAS SHE THINKING?!?!". this was a MANAGER, who could be seriously reprimanded (and if the state found out, fired) for breaking NYS LABOR LAWS if i didn't get a lunch break, suggesting i do exactly that? i didn't care WHO she was at that point, i said "i'd better get a lunch! there's no way i can work like this and not eat!"
-there she is, standing there, looking at me like i just farted at her, me with sweat in my brow because i was in that much pain and i'd been running around like a maniac for hours, asking me if i was going to not have a lunch break? FUCK THAT. i needed to get the hell out of there for the half hour i was allowed.
-it finally slowed down, and a guy named Dave from the officemax side (hub stores, like the one i covered for, have the copymax separated from the retail store) to cover my lunch, and i got my break. Spott took me out for lunch, and i don't give a rat's ass if it was only BK, it was good enough for me. plus, leaving the store got me out into that awesomely bizarre weather we had yesterday.
-once i got back it was slower, which was a blessing, and eventually completely dead near the end of the day. i got everything done for my shift, and was out of there pretty much on time. all was good.
-i don't remember much about yesterday evening. i think i came home, took some good painkillers and muscle relaxers, and fell asleep on the couch. all i really do remember is Spott waking me up sometime last night telling me to go to bed. which i did, once again managing to get most of my clothes off. impressive... 2 nights in a row, barely conscious! i rock.
-today work was ok. kind of slow, which let me get all the jobs in done, as well as some of the store stuff i've been behind on (due to lack of seriously trained staff). once again i had to clean up a fairly big fuck-up after the kid who works one shift a week as a "favor" to the store. how about no? every shift he works, i have to piss off a customer or piss off a manager to fix the bullshit he does wrong. i think, though, that i have one of my regulars convinced to apply... she could easily take his shift... that would make me happy.
so that has been my last few days. to simplify:
*drinking
*not sleeping
*eating
*breaking stuff
*cleaning
*movie-watching on someone else's dime
*sleeping
*working
*drug-induced semi-coma
*working
i can pretty much guarantee tomorrow will consist of:
*working. it is the first of my 11 hour shifts this week. i hope weird but fun stuff comes in tomorrow. boredom sucks.
now that i've written a book, i'm gonna go. time for some movie/tv/reading/surfing/chatting/whothefuckknows time.
night all
♥ firefae
-so for the next few weeks it looks like i am going to either a) stay healthy and not tired and have absolutely no life, or b) rock the fuck out whenever i can because i need the "i really don't live at work" beaten back into my brain, thus causing serious fatigue and possibly sickness. it is likely i will go for b. i hate feeling like i live at that place. wish me luck and health! maybe i will miraculously go to needing only 4 hours of sleep a night... that would be good...
-enough with the work crap. work will NOT, especially when i am there so much, rule my life.
-i think it is pretty obvious by now, even if i haven't said it in a while, that i am with Spott. she is my girl. simple.
-Spott has 2 younger sisters. i finally have names for them. the middle one is Monkey. the youngest, who lives here with Spott and me, is Teapot (i used to call her Nemesis, because that was her chosen name, but then Nemesis went pink and that doesn't work so well anymore...).
-that said, friday night after not much waiting, Monkey arrived with plans to take Teapot to Niagara Falls to get her trashed legal-style. after taking a vote, we elected to, instead of traveling across the border, head to the grocery store for mixers for what we had here, as well as a 6-pack of corona for Monkey. oh yeah, and a lime. can't forget the lime.
-we came home, played some games, drank alot, and had much fun. i hung out on the balcony with Teapot & Monkey for a while, and had a drag of a smoke from each of them. mind you, i don't smoke, and neither does Teapot (it was the first time i saw her with or even SMELLED her with a cigarette). once in a while, i'll just crave tobacco. i blame it on my parents.
-i never buy a pack, and i think friday brought me up to 5 times i've had a drag. i figure my lungs don't need any more abuse than i give them on a regular day. saturday morning i woke up coughing again. apparently whatever of that cold was left in my lungs was brought back out by the little bit of smoke i inhaled...
--saturday morning, even though i had gone to bed at 3:30, i popped awake at 7:30am. after laying around in bed for nearly an hour, i decided it was time to get up and pee. i got up, not thinking anything of the closed door (we usually keep the bathroom door shut. keeps the cats from tearing up the trash can in there.), and walked into the bathroom... to find Teapot in "porcelain god worship mode". apparently she had NOT taken ANY of our advice about drinking plenty of water and getting something to eat after drinking as much as she did. she just went to bed. i certainly hope she learned from that. knowing that low blood sugar, dehydration, and lack of stomach acid was what was causing her to be sick, i tried to get her to have some tea with honey. she said she'd drink it.
-i've been hungover before. i know what it feels like. i know how to fix it. usually, though, all it entails is popping a couple HCl pills with half a glass of water, that settles my stomach, and then i can do some food & water, and tylenol to get rid of the shakes and the headache. unfortunately, i didn't have any HCl pills left.
-tea, being acidic, could help her stomach, and the honey could start bringing her blood sugar up a bit. after she said she would drink it, and i made it, she didn't touch it. not a bit. i tried to get her to have a little candied ginger. i know it is a strong taste, but once its past the tongue it settles the stomach like nothing i've ever encountered. and i've encountered about as many stomach-issue remedies as are out there. remember, my stomach doesn't produce enough acid... and i didn't know that until about a year and a half ago. for a while there i was living on tummy mint tea and veggies.
-anyway, after she didn't touch the tea, barely had any water, decided to not even try the ginger, all after not following the advice about water and food (which all 3 of us gave her the night before!), i lost pity for her.
-Monkey, Spott & i went to Denny's for breakfast. Monkey tried their peach french toast--something i will apparently have to try after i have more HCl pills. it smelled wonderful. once during breakfast, Monkey called Teapot to make sure she was still alive.
-we left for Canandaigua right after breakfast (without Teapot, who had to work in the afternoon) to help the girls' parents do some major basement overhaul. there were boxes and bags of stuff to go through, a couple walls starting to mold that had to come down, and of course the cleanup to be done before, during, and after. being me, i chose the worst possible job i could have chosen, tearing down the walls, just to get it over, done, and cleaned up as quickly as possible. i'm glad that before i really broke into drywall that i had the foresight to take a hit of my inhaler. i might be dead now had i not...
-Spott's mom had the first good shot at the wall to come down--which she very nicely and aptly took as a good karate-style front kick. much fun. then i did a good chunk of the tearing down from there, including one upper section of wall that decided to attack Spott's face... yep, she's sporting a bit of a black eye now. seriously, the wall was considerably weaker than i though it was. what i thought would take at least one more wack to take down fell right off its screws, and right onto Spott. i felt really really bad. good, thing, though, she managed to get her eyes closed before it smacked her. SO, no eye damage. just the bruise. we made sure she got some ice...
-since i didn't have any clue what to do with the stuff that needed to be sorted, after i finished pulling down the walls that needed to be pulled down, Spott's dad and i got the big stuff cleaned up, and then he left me to finish the rest.
-once we were all at a stopping place, Monkey & her mom went to shop for needed items (i have no idea what!), as well as a movie to rent, while Dad hid somewhere probably trying not to be found. Spott & i watched a bit of DVRed tv that we don't get. when Monkey & her mom returned, we all ate a lovely dinner of tacos and discussed going out to a movie. apparently they hadn't been successful finding a good one to rent. not that i had much to say about it, but prime is what we were going to see...
-we went to the movie, which was cute in a chick flick sort of way, and then parted ways to get home, Monkey, the mom, and the dad to Canandaigua, Spott & i back to Buffalo. i napped most of the way back. that 4 hour night was starting to get to me. i also went to bed, directly to bed, do not pee, do not brush teeth, as soon as we got home. i'm impressed i managed to get most of my clothes off before my face hit the pillow.
-lots of sleep = a good thing.
-the next morning i woke up to some basically crippling cramps. i wanted to call in to work. i wanted to take enough of the right drugs to make me unable to work, but also to take the edge off. that's all the ever really do anyway... but i didn't. i was working sunday as a favor for a man who did me a big giant favor last winter when i really needed it. well, he really needed it sunday. so i sucked it up, got ready, and went to work...
-...where i was mobbed by customers (i'm talking 4-6 at the counter all the time) for 3 hours, as i tried to cover a copymax made for at least 2 staff all by my little lonesome. the store manager on came over and helped me a bit. when i finally got a few minutes to call and see if anyone could come in (unsuccessfully), she asked "so what are you going to do? work all day without a break?". normally i'd just insert a WTF?! here, but i think this one requires a full out "WHAT THE FUCK WAS SHE THINKING?!?!". this was a MANAGER, who could be seriously reprimanded (and if the state found out, fired) for breaking NYS LABOR LAWS if i didn't get a lunch break, suggesting i do exactly that? i didn't care WHO she was at that point, i said "i'd better get a lunch! there's no way i can work like this and not eat!"
-there she is, standing there, looking at me like i just farted at her, me with sweat in my brow because i was in that much pain and i'd been running around like a maniac for hours, asking me if i was going to not have a lunch break? FUCK THAT. i needed to get the hell out of there for the half hour i was allowed.
-it finally slowed down, and a guy named Dave from the officemax side (hub stores, like the one i covered for, have the copymax separated from the retail store) to cover my lunch, and i got my break. Spott took me out for lunch, and i don't give a rat's ass if it was only BK, it was good enough for me. plus, leaving the store got me out into that awesomely bizarre weather we had yesterday.
-once i got back it was slower, which was a blessing, and eventually completely dead near the end of the day. i got everything done for my shift, and was out of there pretty much on time. all was good.
-i don't remember much about yesterday evening. i think i came home, took some good painkillers and muscle relaxers, and fell asleep on the couch. all i really do remember is Spott waking me up sometime last night telling me to go to bed. which i did, once again managing to get most of my clothes off. impressive... 2 nights in a row, barely conscious! i rock.
-today work was ok. kind of slow, which let me get all the jobs in done, as well as some of the store stuff i've been behind on (due to lack of seriously trained staff). once again i had to clean up a fairly big fuck-up after the kid who works one shift a week as a "favor" to the store. how about no? every shift he works, i have to piss off a customer or piss off a manager to fix the bullshit he does wrong. i think, though, that i have one of my regulars convinced to apply... she could easily take his shift... that would make me happy.
so that has been my last few days. to simplify:
*drinking
*not sleeping
*eating
*breaking stuff
*cleaning
*movie-watching on someone else's dime
*sleeping
*working
*drug-induced semi-coma
*working
i can pretty much guarantee tomorrow will consist of:
*working. it is the first of my 11 hour shifts this week. i hope weird but fun stuff comes in tomorrow. boredom sucks.
now that i've written a book, i'm gonna go. time for some movie/tv/reading/surfing/chatting/whothefuckknows time.
night all
♥ firefae
Also, I know that babysitting someone who is sick can be no fun. I do that all the time now since I no longer drink I tend to be the one qualified at the time to take care of people.
Anyways, hope your week gets better!