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dragonlady7Am nesting in my papasan feeling rather like a tiny ball of misery. I don't think I'm really ill, I've just got upset internals in that they're just not speaking to me. I ate lunch yesterday and ever since, I've felt overfull. By this point it's been like 18 hours since I last ate and my stomach still feels painfully full. So, it's weird, and inexplicable, but not something I can feel legitimately entitled to call in sick over, especially since I know they're short someone today.
Today will suck, I can anticipate that with a reasonable measure of certainty. US Air has few flights on Saturdays, so Torture Bar has few to no customers. I am fairly certain that what they'll do with the one-short schedule is simply stick me in Torture Bar, have me open it, and then when I can't stand anymore, have me close it. So I'll make some money on overtime, but I won't make any tips. (Which sucks. 11-7 Saturday used to be my money shift of the week. And I've noticed that in future they've moved me to 9-4. Which means no money, because it means Torture Bar and bartending instead of waitressing at Landmark. Bah.)
And I wouldn't mind just sitting there for the overtime except that Sundays are always busy days and I actually have to work hard. So, oh well.
Am generally feeling sorry for myself. I wish Friday meant something to me. I got up this morning and toddled out to my computer hoping to be entertained and had... no email. Well duh. Everyone was out doing something because it was Friday night. To me (insofar as my schedule is ever remotely regular), Fridays are roughly the equivalent of Wednesdays, except imagine that your week begins slow and builds toward a climax of being insanely stupidly busy, and so weight your Wednesday as being more the equivalent of a normal Tuesday in terms of how much of the proportion of the work week remains. I have begun to actively loathe weekends, because weekends are just when I get tortured and earn most of my money and wish I was dead.
Which is another thing-- I don't have time on weekends to do laundry, and so that shithead dumping his beer on me yesterday has thrown me off. I wasn't ready to have precisely half my work wardrobe decomissioned until further laundrydoing. (Didn't help that the first rag I grabbed in the kitchen to mop the beer from my trousers was greasy from cleaning up after food spills.) Urgh.
My melodramatic self-pitying side is pleased to note that 18 hours of fasting and exercise has resulted in me weighing... Precisely what I weighed yesterday after breakfast. It really doesn't matter, does it?
I feel that I should eat something before work but by now I really just can't tell whether the pain in my stomach is illness or hunger. It's not behaving normally and so I'm no longer able to even guess at an interpretation.
Bummer.
Positive observations, for the sake of having them:
Snapdragons, at least the red ones, are blooming and look pretty. Others, not blooming, don't know why.
Pansies are loving the cool rainy weather we've had this week. Am surrounded by pansy bushes outside.
Every one of the nasturtiums I planted has sprouted. At least, the ones in the front yard-- a dozen.
The morning glories are each growing a third leaf. Hopefully they'll live up to their packaging promise and grow fast so we have a cool fence of flowers in the back.
Both the regular and sugar snap peas now have pods on some of their vines. Very cool. The sugar snap peas in the garden in the back are all over three feet tall, and some are now tall enough to begin climbing the trellis above the chain link fence. Lots of blossoms on them, a few pea pods not ripe yet.
According to Dave two people have now downloaded the notifier and are actually using it, although neither of them has contacted him to say so. Still, somebody is, which is pretty neat. He hopes they'll tell him if they find anything. (I've been having it give me error notifications now and then, but they're due to Google not sending properly formatted new message lists, so I suppose that's a feature rather than a bug. It's certainly not anything the notifier is doing wrong.)
I am hopelessly mired when it comes to continuing the N.A. fic I was working on. That's not a positive thing. Um, something positive. Oh yes-- at least it means I've had the brainpower to think about it. Maybe I'll bring the Newton to work. Two Saturdays ago i brought it on kind of an impulse and wound up spending an hour babysitting Torture Bar during which I got some good writing done because I had not one customer in the place and could do as I liked. (Which is how I know TB's never busy on Saturdays unless there's a charter flight.)
Tummy: *rumbles*
Me: What? What does that mean? What? Are you hungry? Or are you going to explode? Tell me! Goddammit, TELL ME.
Tummy: *doesn't answer*
Tummy: *pangs slightly*
Me: Ow. Bastard.
Today will suck, I can anticipate that with a reasonable measure of certainty. US Air has few flights on Saturdays, so Torture Bar has few to no customers. I am fairly certain that what they'll do with the one-short schedule is simply stick me in Torture Bar, have me open it, and then when I can't stand anymore, have me close it. So I'll make some money on overtime, but I won't make any tips. (Which sucks. 11-7 Saturday used to be my money shift of the week. And I've noticed that in future they've moved me to 9-4. Which means no money, because it means Torture Bar and bartending instead of waitressing at Landmark. Bah.)
And I wouldn't mind just sitting there for the overtime except that Sundays are always busy days and I actually have to work hard. So, oh well.
Am generally feeling sorry for myself. I wish Friday meant something to me. I got up this morning and toddled out to my computer hoping to be entertained and had... no email. Well duh. Everyone was out doing something because it was Friday night. To me (insofar as my schedule is ever remotely regular), Fridays are roughly the equivalent of Wednesdays, except imagine that your week begins slow and builds toward a climax of being insanely stupidly busy, and so weight your Wednesday as being more the equivalent of a normal Tuesday in terms of how much of the proportion of the work week remains. I have begun to actively loathe weekends, because weekends are just when I get tortured and earn most of my money and wish I was dead.
Which is another thing-- I don't have time on weekends to do laundry, and so that shithead dumping his beer on me yesterday has thrown me off. I wasn't ready to have precisely half my work wardrobe decomissioned until further laundrydoing. (Didn't help that the first rag I grabbed in the kitchen to mop the beer from my trousers was greasy from cleaning up after food spills.) Urgh.
My melodramatic self-pitying side is pleased to note that 18 hours of fasting and exercise has resulted in me weighing... Precisely what I weighed yesterday after breakfast. It really doesn't matter, does it?
I feel that I should eat something before work but by now I really just can't tell whether the pain in my stomach is illness or hunger. It's not behaving normally and so I'm no longer able to even guess at an interpretation.
Bummer.
Positive observations, for the sake of having them:
Snapdragons, at least the red ones, are blooming and look pretty. Others, not blooming, don't know why.
Pansies are loving the cool rainy weather we've had this week. Am surrounded by pansy bushes outside.
Every one of the nasturtiums I planted has sprouted. At least, the ones in the front yard-- a dozen.
The morning glories are each growing a third leaf. Hopefully they'll live up to their packaging promise and grow fast so we have a cool fence of flowers in the back.
Both the regular and sugar snap peas now have pods on some of their vines. Very cool. The sugar snap peas in the garden in the back are all over three feet tall, and some are now tall enough to begin climbing the trellis above the chain link fence. Lots of blossoms on them, a few pea pods not ripe yet.
According to Dave two people have now downloaded the notifier and are actually using it, although neither of them has contacted him to say so. Still, somebody is, which is pretty neat. He hopes they'll tell him if they find anything. (I've been having it give me error notifications now and then, but they're due to Google not sending properly formatted new message lists, so I suppose that's a feature rather than a bug. It's certainly not anything the notifier is doing wrong.)
I am hopelessly mired when it comes to continuing the N.A. fic I was working on. That's not a positive thing. Um, something positive. Oh yes-- at least it means I've had the brainpower to think about it. Maybe I'll bring the Newton to work. Two Saturdays ago i brought it on kind of an impulse and wound up spending an hour babysitting Torture Bar during which I got some good writing done because I had not one customer in the place and could do as I liked. (Which is how I know TB's never busy on Saturdays unless there's a charter flight.)
Tummy: *rumbles*
Me: What? What does that mean? What? Are you hungry? Or are you going to explode? Tell me! Goddammit, TELL ME.
Tummy: *doesn't answer*
Tummy: *pangs slightly*
Me: Ow. Bastard.
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Date: 2005-06-18 01:39 pm (UTC)Hope you're feeling better soon!
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Date: 2005-06-18 11:27 pm (UTC):p
I always thought food poisoning would be more... dramatic.
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Date: 2005-06-18 02:34 pm (UTC)Hope you feel better.
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Date: 2005-06-18 11:30 pm (UTC)I am at one with my stomach full of evil. It and I are going to take a nap together. Saturday night! Whee!
It's not the lack of social life that bugs me about working weekends, it's just the being entirely out of rhythm with the rest of the world that's inconvenient and really rather distressing.