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Mar. 2nd, 2009
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Mar. 2nd, 2009 01:07 amI've got such a headache. Amazing massive headache. I was exhausted yesterday, it was day 6 of work and my customer service attitude was circling the big swirly.
Our place of employment doesn't have automatic play-back machines. You have to cash tickets at the cages. This annoys people to no end. All we hear, all night on weekends (and a lot of weeknights) are complaints about lines. Thing is, they knew before they came what they were getting into. So they have no one to blame. And we are getting those machines, the tickets will go into any machine then, and when they are ready to get actual money then they can stand in line in front of cash machines waiting to cash tickets.
We've started letting them know that we could well be out of jobs when those machines come in. Nothing like a little healthy guilt to make us feel better.
I got home last night around 1AM and went to killing shit on WoW, since killing the idiots at work is frowned upon. It made me feel better anyway. I ended up staying up until almost 4AM. I didn't drag my butt out of bed today until almost 2 this afternoon.
I've felt hungover all day. Part of it was a day of missed meds. By the time I remembered this evening I was well on my way to seriously missing my allergy meds and my Prilosec. I took those a little while ago with a handful of Excedrin Migraine and a Melatonin. See....I really think if I went back to bed, I'd feel better. Last night/this morning/this afternoon was the drugged body crash of a bad week. I'm ready for an actual restful night's sleep. Of course, the Melatonin doesn't seem to want to help me get there now....might have to take another.
Top the headache with the fact that I have apparently misplaced my cell phone and you have the makings of one really happy wench. I seriously cannot recall what I did with it yesterday. We've confirmed that I had it at work, I'd texted and called TMF on my break. But after 7:30 yesterday evening, I have no idea what I did with it. I thought I brought it home. I may not have.
My brain was seriously beyond fried and after work I was dealing with a seriously upset lower intestinal system. Apparently the *special* in the employee kitchen was a little more special than my system wanted to handle. Then there's a couple of blank spots in my memory from yesterday and last night. This tells me I was at the edge of my functioning level. For all I know, I could have made a mad dash to a mailbox and my phone could be on it's way to Tanzania.
We've tried calling it a couple of times. We can't hear it. I'm pretty sure I had the ringer on too. I may, depending on mood and energy level, drive back to work and check my locker tomorrow afternoon. Assuming I can't find it here in the house. But I really haven't had the spoons to do a serious search for it today.
I'm not terribly heartbroken that I don't have my phone. If my parents were a little healthier, and I didn't have this codependent need to communicate with TMF off and on all day, I'd be quite content to be off the phone grid.
I bet there's at least 2 messages and more than 4 missed calls from Virginia on my phone though. That woman couldn't live without a phone and cannot go more than a day without calling me. I'd talked to her yesterday and mentioned that there might be some gardening, if the weather was warm enough, so I know she was expecting contact from me today. Knowing her and her dramatic self, she's probably half convinced that I'm either dead, or have decided to never speak to her again. Coin toss there. Maybe I'll kidnap her from her part-time job tomorrow and let her play a hand of blackjack, if I go hunting my phone at work.
Right now though I think I'll let the dogs in, have a banana and another Melatonin, and go to bed.
Our place of employment doesn't have automatic play-back machines. You have to cash tickets at the cages. This annoys people to no end. All we hear, all night on weekends (and a lot of weeknights) are complaints about lines. Thing is, they knew before they came what they were getting into. So they have no one to blame. And we are getting those machines, the tickets will go into any machine then, and when they are ready to get actual money then they can stand in line in front of cash machines waiting to cash tickets.
We've started letting them know that we could well be out of jobs when those machines come in. Nothing like a little healthy guilt to make us feel better.
I got home last night around 1AM and went to killing shit on WoW, since killing the idiots at work is frowned upon. It made me feel better anyway. I ended up staying up until almost 4AM. I didn't drag my butt out of bed today until almost 2 this afternoon.
I've felt hungover all day. Part of it was a day of missed meds. By the time I remembered this evening I was well on my way to seriously missing my allergy meds and my Prilosec. I took those a little while ago with a handful of Excedrin Migraine and a Melatonin. See....I really think if I went back to bed, I'd feel better. Last night/this morning/this afternoon was the drugged body crash of a bad week. I'm ready for an actual restful night's sleep. Of course, the Melatonin doesn't seem to want to help me get there now....might have to take another.
Top the headache with the fact that I have apparently misplaced my cell phone and you have the makings of one really happy wench. I seriously cannot recall what I did with it yesterday. We've confirmed that I had it at work, I'd texted and called TMF on my break. But after 7:30 yesterday evening, I have no idea what I did with it. I thought I brought it home. I may not have.
My brain was seriously beyond fried and after work I was dealing with a seriously upset lower intestinal system. Apparently the *special* in the employee kitchen was a little more special than my system wanted to handle. Then there's a couple of blank spots in my memory from yesterday and last night. This tells me I was at the edge of my functioning level. For all I know, I could have made a mad dash to a mailbox and my phone could be on it's way to Tanzania.
We've tried calling it a couple of times. We can't hear it. I'm pretty sure I had the ringer on too. I may, depending on mood and energy level, drive back to work and check my locker tomorrow afternoon. Assuming I can't find it here in the house. But I really haven't had the spoons to do a serious search for it today.
I'm not terribly heartbroken that I don't have my phone. If my parents were a little healthier, and I didn't have this codependent need to communicate with TMF off and on all day, I'd be quite content to be off the phone grid.
I bet there's at least 2 messages and more than 4 missed calls from Virginia on my phone though. That woman couldn't live without a phone and cannot go more than a day without calling me. I'd talked to her yesterday and mentioned that there might be some gardening, if the weather was warm enough, so I know she was expecting contact from me today. Knowing her and her dramatic self, she's probably half convinced that I'm either dead, or have decided to never speak to her again. Coin toss there. Maybe I'll kidnap her from her part-time job tomorrow and let her play a hand of blackjack, if I go hunting my phone at work.
Right now though I think I'll let the dogs in, have a banana and another Melatonin, and go to bed.
