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morning musings...

so i wake up this morning with weird red blotches on one foot, and fresh flea bites on the other. good MORNING, everyone! *beams forced smile*

i leave in a half hour for a full two shifts of work! woo! i'm so excited, i just may cream my jeans!


okay, maybe not two full, but two shifts, nevertheless, the loverly back-to-back ones where i clock out, walk next door, put on my apron, clock in.

i forgot how much i miss this album. i haven't listened to it in ages. Thou Shalt Not Neglect the Weezer.

day before yesterday at work was HELL. it was high school all freaking over again. i felt SICK the first half of my shift, thought i might pass out on a couple of occasions. it was one of those things, later on as we were all straightening things up... two people would be discussing things, i would try to get involved in the conversation, they would stop, look over at me like "ew?" and then talk around me.

my favorite.

so i left work that night, quite pissy, hating my job at office max and the rest of my life (per usual lately.)

last night, well yesterday, started out quite the same. i left here feeling DEPRESSED and helpless to change anything in my life, per usual. i fought massive bouts of nausea all the way to work (i thought several times i would throw up on the bus. and i'm NOT a thrower upper.) i sniffled and coughed my way through the first few hours. i saw i was penciled in for lunch at 330. 330 comes... 400 comes.. 430 comes... 500 comes.. 530 comes... 600 comes... at 630, when i'm BEYOND starving (i had eaten half a decrepit, sad little onion bagel en route to work, nothing else..), and there is FINALLY a lull between customers, i walk up to the manager, lean mock languidly across the customer service desk, and say "soooooooOOOOoooo.. do i get to take a lunch at all today?" as i look at the lunch schedule on the clip board. this warrants a dirty look from Roxana, as i begin FUMING because i see that i was sposed to go to lunch 3 lunches ago, but that they had totally skipped me. i am almost always thee last freaking person to get sent on lunch. the bastids. she says that Trent can go next, and that 15 min. into his lunch, she'll send me. i grunt and go to change the garbage.

i felt a zillion times better when someone said on the radio, much later "um.. isn't it time for aubrey to be sent to LUNCH, roxana?!?!??"

i could have hugged him.

so, my feet trying to kill me yet again, i limp to the breakroom to sit for a half hour.

i took a pain killer.

the rest of the night was.. quite.. fun?!? i came back from lunch.. hyper?!? my feet still killed me, but i somehow just didn't .. care.... i became the best comedienne ever over the headsets, cracking jokes left and right (at least, IIII thought i was funny, and i got lots o laughs. whether it was "how funny!" laffs or the "how pathetic is SHE?!?" laffs, we may never know. none of the people, save the manager Mary, had been part of the crew the night before. it made me almost look forward to going back today. almost.

i also have thee most beautiful (literally) bruise and goose egg on the back of my shin, where i let the customer service desk door hit me on the way out. (when they warn you to not let the door hit you on the way out, they're genuinely concerned about your welfare!! ouch!) it's about 3 shades of purple and pink.

but i'm done rambling. i'll do a quick friends only post, then go and get ready for work(s).

the children woke up, and they couldn't find them
they left before the sun came up that day
they just drove off and left it all behind them
where were they going, without ever knowing the way...


( 11 comments — Leave a comment )
Sep. 1st, 2003 11:19 am (UTC)
last night, well yesterday, started out quite the same. i left here feeling DEPRESSED and helpless to change anything in my life, per usual.

You are changing things already, its just taking time.
Sep. 23rd, 2003 03:28 pm (UTC)

and in the time it took me to post this, and come back to reply to a reply, i see that now.

not that my situation has gotten any better, but at least i don't want to saw my feet off with a hack saw after work every night anymore.
Sep. 23rd, 2003 03:49 pm (UTC)
Sure it has gotten better, you now have a steady flow of income.
Nov. 24th, 2003 11:10 am (UTC)
i'm beginning to have feet problems again, however. i bought new shoes, and they're certainly not helping. i have NO idea how the hell i'm going to make it through this weekend, when i will have three 7 am to 11 pm shifts in a row.
Nov. 25th, 2003 10:12 am (UTC)
Dr. Sholes?
Sep. 1st, 2003 02:40 pm (UTC)
aw, i'm sorry dear.

*hands over some painkillers and cold medicine*
Oct. 24th, 2003 01:21 pm (UTC)
it's okay ;) the pain comes and goes. even two months after i've been working there, i'm in great pain. i think a LOT of it has to do with how much weight i'm carrying around (i'm the heaviest i've ever been, although a bit lighter since i started working again..), combined with not the best possible shoes. i had bought a pair of tennies after starting to work there, but they're already worn out. maybe i'll go shoe shopping this weekend?
Sep. 1st, 2003 04:25 pm (UTC)

Hope the work situation(s) improve shortly!
Sep. 23rd, 2003 07:32 pm (UTC)
or i could get sick and miss a bunch while i heal!
Sep. 3rd, 2003 09:36 pm (UTC)
ohh....red blotches and flea bites? that sounds like a really interesting experience. ^_^
Nov. 1st, 2003 05:46 pm (UTC)
mmm... and to know the pure joy that this time next month, i will no longer be living in a flea-ridden apartment.
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