redfirefaery

can this day suck any harder? seriously, i woke up to work calling me saying "oh hey, the schedule changed, you're supposed to be here 15 mins ago, did you know?" . o O (gee, muthafucka, did anyone bother to CALL me?! how about a resounding NO.) i rushed through my shower and getting dressed, hauled ass into my car, and squeezed the extra water from my hair out my car window while it was warming up. then my holy hella ghetto car stalled on my way out the DRIVEWAY, and i finally got myself to work what was then an hour late. i arrived to fucking chaos, which of course i was the only one coherent enough to clean up, and during most of my shift we had 2 production machines down. now isn't that fabulous. we tripled our workload from last week at this time, and halved our machine availability. absolutely wonderful. so, it was computer time for shannon--fixing files, especially files that were wrong when the customer sent them to us (yay!), is NOT my favorite thing to do. especially when there is a metric fuckton of work to PRINT and not a damn machine that will DO it. i felt like i was treading water and seriously wasting my time. if there is one feeling in the world i despise, it is that. feeling useless. OK then, where to next? lunch i suppose, and then feeling 14 sorts of gross because the first thing i fed my belly today was chinese food (there weren't really any better options around, either). i downed a couple of zypan with some gatorade and sucked it up. finally, when i felt like i was actually starting to get something accomplished (i.e. well after my lunch break, and after the machines were fixed and running), i had to drag some paper up front from the back room. normally, this is a common errand that someone has to run every couple hours, and it's no big deal. unfortunately, this time, i noticed the A/C in the back is broken, and it was about a zillion degrees back there. add that to all the extra dust (the back room gets cleaned about once a decade, i figure), and the fact that i had just come out of a nice, cool area, and you have one hard-hitting asthma attack. my lungs STILL hurt, and it is now 3 hours later! i was almost ready to bring up what i had collected when the "boulder on chest" feeling hit, so i grabbed the cart and headed up to find my inhaler. if you've ever used albuterol, you understand that the side effects aren't much more pleasant than the not being able to breathe feeling, i'm sure. however, breathing is essential to living, and you can shake like a paint mixer and twitch like you have a permanent tic and LIVE at the same time. after grimacing at the little white tube, i shook the hell out of it, took as deep of breath as i could manage, exhaled hard, and hit it. not long after, i was twitching and shaking so i could barely hold things, and hacking up a lung. please, don't be concerned; i have been told by medical health professionals that this is "normal". after that, i told everyone that i didn't think it was a good idea for me to be lugging cases of paper around the back room anymore until the A/C is fixed. that way, i'll only have the heavy labor and paper dust against me, and a much lower chance of my lungs trying to deflate themselves like a wet balloon. yay. next time i needed paper for what i was working on, cyndi was nice enough procure it for me. go cyn. well, the first time she got the wrong paper (she didn't know we had the right one, so that's forgiveable), but i ended up being able to finish what i was working on before i left. oh wonder of wonders. good riddance, amen, thank the gods, i was outta there. as i was walking out, i looked at my phone and noticed 2 texts from spott. one said "yay" in response to something i sent her on my lunch break. k uh huh. the other said "a pen blew up in the dryer, it's not bad." well...seeing as i am incredibly OCD about my clothes, i'd beg to differ. i have very few clothes that consistently fit and that i like to wear, so a pen blowing up in the dryer is next thing to apocalypse. seriously. i also refuse to wear clothes with visible stains or holes, unless they are fashionably intended to inhabit the article. when i saw my favorite jeans, my favorite dress pants, my favorite shorts, and my favorite pair of panties, i was CRUSHED. they have bright blue spots all over them. the jeans and shorts are currently in the bathtub bleaching... so far much of the ink has come out, but there are still blue spots all over everything. i will have to see if i can get my hands on some good stain remover for the rest--none of the other pieces would hold up under bleaching, and i'm still not so sure about my shorts. they have been bleached enough already i'm afraid they will disintegrate if i try to put them in the dryer now. at any rate, my wardrobe was essentially halved. all because my girlfriend thought she'd do me a favor. WTF?!

i still feel like today sucks hardcore. it's time to go check my clothes again.

later.