today i am sick. runny nose, sore throat, fever, headache sick. i could feel it coming on yesterday. each passing minute left me feeling a little worse and by the end of the day i was miserable. so last night i loaded up on opc-3 and headed to bed early. still, i woke up this morning with the incredible urge to turn off the alarm, call in sick, and go back to bed.
instead i got up, took some more opc, took a very long, hot shower and headed to work. and now all i want to do is tell my boss i'm leaving early. i want to go home, put on my pajamas and fleece socks, get some blankets and my pillow and lay on the couch for the rest of the afternoon. i want to watch a wedding story and a baby story (even though i shouldn't be allowed to watch either). i want to drift into and out of sleep.
however, leaving early today is not an option. so instead i'll drink my echinacea immune support tea and my orange juice. i'll turn up my headphones and listen to radiohead. i'll sit at my desk with my dwindling box of kleenex and make the best of today.
but you can be be pretty sure of what i'm doing when i get home.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Monday, September 25, 2006
Rainy days and Mondays.....
Here's a recap of how my day has been going so far.
I woke up late after having one of the most truly bizarre dreams that may have ever been had. I keep thinking about it and each time I wonder, what kind of person, even though unconscious could really come up with such a ridiculous scenario? Anyway, I was so late that I didn't have time to stop for gas, but I was sure I'd have enough to make it to work. However, I did not plan on traffic being an issue and I certainly did not have enough gas to go 19 mph for 2 miles on the freeway. Only rarely do I hit traffic, but the combination of being 30 minutes late and the fact that I'm pretty sure the gods hate me, I was stuck. Miraculously enough, after having only 3 minor heart attacks, I made it off the freeway and coasted into the gas station with 6 oz of fuel left in my tank. At the Citgo, there was a handsome young man in a pink shirt with perfectly coiffed hair fueling up his porsche. The gods do not hate him.
When I finally arrived at work, I was informed of a co-workers unexpected absence - and in this absence, I would be in charge of this co-workers miserable job. Ugh.
I decided I needed a break and something yummy for lunch. I headed out for my local grocer's salad bar. After nearly being attacked twice by the unruly children of the rich snobs who frequent this local grocer and after careful avoidance of the hot produce guy stocking the bananas (I'm not lookin' good today), I was in line with a delicious salad in hand. And for the next 7 minutes I watched the cashier awkwardly help the elderly woman in front of me with a few small items. 7 minutes. She was new, and really quite cluless about how to do her job. I would have gone into another line, but I was trapped. A man was behind me now, fully blocking any attempt I might have had at an escape.
Upon my arrival back at the office, a co-worker informed me that it is going to snow on Thursday, my day off. It's going to snow in September. On my day off.
Oh, miserable day. And it's not over yet.
I woke up late after having one of the most truly bizarre dreams that may have ever been had. I keep thinking about it and each time I wonder, what kind of person, even though unconscious could really come up with such a ridiculous scenario? Anyway, I was so late that I didn't have time to stop for gas, but I was sure I'd have enough to make it to work. However, I did not plan on traffic being an issue and I certainly did not have enough gas to go 19 mph for 2 miles on the freeway. Only rarely do I hit traffic, but the combination of being 30 minutes late and the fact that I'm pretty sure the gods hate me, I was stuck. Miraculously enough, after having only 3 minor heart attacks, I made it off the freeway and coasted into the gas station with 6 oz of fuel left in my tank. At the Citgo, there was a handsome young man in a pink shirt with perfectly coiffed hair fueling up his porsche. The gods do not hate him.
When I finally arrived at work, I was informed of a co-workers unexpected absence - and in this absence, I would be in charge of this co-workers miserable job. Ugh.
I decided I needed a break and something yummy for lunch. I headed out for my local grocer's salad bar. After nearly being attacked twice by the unruly children of the rich snobs who frequent this local grocer and after careful avoidance of the hot produce guy stocking the bananas (I'm not lookin' good today), I was in line with a delicious salad in hand. And for the next 7 minutes I watched the cashier awkwardly help the elderly woman in front of me with a few small items. 7 minutes. She was new, and really quite cluless about how to do her job. I would have gone into another line, but I was trapped. A man was behind me now, fully blocking any attempt I might have had at an escape.
Upon my arrival back at the office, a co-worker informed me that it is going to snow on Thursday, my day off. It's going to snow in September. On my day off.
Oh, miserable day. And it's not over yet.
Friday, September 22, 2006
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