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Jul. 25th, 2005 07:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Z, you heavy-sleeping little fucker, how can you never hear the dog wandering around forlornly and making upset-stomach noises? Rgh. Remind me never to have babies with this man, because while he claims to be a light sleeper, he is a heavier sleeper than me, which is the crucial bit, and the only way this week he's gotten up with the dog is if I've rolled over and told him to. And I don't really have the heart for that.
I woke to the dog's puttering, and realized she needed to go out, but was so tired (even after all those naps yesterday I still feel like someone kicked my ass, not helped by the mosquito bite that has swollen one of my eyes half-shut) that I dreamed I had gotten up and done it. Finally I woke enough to realize that I had not, in fact, let the dog out, and I got up and hurried the dog down the stairs, but not in time-- she stopped in the kitchen to vomit everywhere.
Lovely.
Z has slept through the entire matter and is perfectly oblivious. I have made an executive decision not to give the dog breakfast, though I've got to come up with something as breakfast is how she gets her medication. Eh.
I have re-examined last week's schedule and determined that I didn't technically work six days, because I think the week ends on Sunday. So during seven consecutive days I did work six of them, but I had this Sunday off and last Sunday, which kicked it all off, belongs to the previous week.
Doesn't matter; they never pay me overtime even when I'm entitled to it, and I have to find my last four consecutive pay stubs and point this out to them today. That's my project. Because they must be doing it on purpose; everyone else is getting the pay they're entitled to, and it is more difficult to convince the computer not to give the correct rate than to just let it do its thing. Which is petty and stupid. Why bother fucking me? It adds up to like twenty dollars. You fucks.
But I'm ranting.
I am ravenously hungry, as I have been upon wakening for the last few days. It's maddening. I spent all day yesterday either ravenously hungry or asleep. I also realized yesterday that I've lost the better part of five pounds in this last week-and-some-change. I haven't been eating at work-- I'm tired of the food there, and would rather bring it home for Z, and often just don't have time-- and then have been tired enough at home that I haven't been staying up late enough to make up for it. So despite my best efforts to avoid starving myself, for the damage it does to the metabolism, I seem to be doing so, to an extent. Combine that with the hot weather and work schedule that mean I haven't exercised a lick since the beginning of the month (really; last time I stirred a stump was to take that bike ride when I skinned my knees), and you have... a much svelter me. I do get a lot of exercise at work but you are smoking crack if you think I'm going to keep up the jogging thing in a summer of record-breaking heat. Ha. Fuck no. I have no discipline and I prefer breathing to, well, not. And yes: exercise and healthy eating don't help me lose a bit of weight, whereas running around like a twit at work and not eating right do. What's a girl to do?
On that note, I'm going to go eat something.
I woke to the dog's puttering, and realized she needed to go out, but was so tired (even after all those naps yesterday I still feel like someone kicked my ass, not helped by the mosquito bite that has swollen one of my eyes half-shut) that I dreamed I had gotten up and done it. Finally I woke enough to realize that I had not, in fact, let the dog out, and I got up and hurried the dog down the stairs, but not in time-- she stopped in the kitchen to vomit everywhere.
Lovely.
Z has slept through the entire matter and is perfectly oblivious. I have made an executive decision not to give the dog breakfast, though I've got to come up with something as breakfast is how she gets her medication. Eh.
I have re-examined last week's schedule and determined that I didn't technically work six days, because I think the week ends on Sunday. So during seven consecutive days I did work six of them, but I had this Sunday off and last Sunday, which kicked it all off, belongs to the previous week.
Doesn't matter; they never pay me overtime even when I'm entitled to it, and I have to find my last four consecutive pay stubs and point this out to them today. That's my project. Because they must be doing it on purpose; everyone else is getting the pay they're entitled to, and it is more difficult to convince the computer not to give the correct rate than to just let it do its thing. Which is petty and stupid. Why bother fucking me? It adds up to like twenty dollars. You fucks.
But I'm ranting.
I am ravenously hungry, as I have been upon wakening for the last few days. It's maddening. I spent all day yesterday either ravenously hungry or asleep. I also realized yesterday that I've lost the better part of five pounds in this last week-and-some-change. I haven't been eating at work-- I'm tired of the food there, and would rather bring it home for Z, and often just don't have time-- and then have been tired enough at home that I haven't been staying up late enough to make up for it. So despite my best efforts to avoid starving myself, for the damage it does to the metabolism, I seem to be doing so, to an extent. Combine that with the hot weather and work schedule that mean I haven't exercised a lick since the beginning of the month (really; last time I stirred a stump was to take that bike ride when I skinned my knees), and you have... a much svelter me. I do get a lot of exercise at work but you are smoking crack if you think I'm going to keep up the jogging thing in a summer of record-breaking heat. Ha. Fuck no. I have no discipline and I prefer breathing to, well, not. And yes: exercise and healthy eating don't help me lose a bit of weight, whereas running around like a twit at work and not eating right do. What's a girl to do?
On that note, I'm going to go eat something.
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Date: 2005-07-25 04:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-26 12:38 am (UTC)Gardening isn't much exercise at this point-- all I do is go out and see if anything's ripe, and if not, pour water over things. But work-- work is exercise. And I admit I like that.