Blah Kinda Day
Jan. 18th, 2010 06:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodyrosemccoy– The sewing machine is the broke, which leaves Daja with half a winter shirt and no jammies. Since it’s Pajama Time here at the doll display,* this is a bit of a bummer. At least she gets to hang out with Tris, who also has no pajamas yet. Maybe I can say they’re off at some late night movie for some sisterly bonding time. At least Daja has a new pair of pants, though!
– Yesterday , for some reason, I was tremendously out of sorts at work. In one case this became a literal thing, since I sorted half a cartful of DVDs and then went off to help another person check stuff in. When I got back to the cart I found my manager had unsorted it in order to find something. So I had to re-sort it, then shelve DVDs, which I really hate because my cartful of DVDs tends to collect browsing patrons like seagulls around a garbage barge. I politely tell them they can look at the DVDs after I shelve them because otherwise I get buried, so they wind up hovering around behind me watching me shelve. It’s obnoxious as hell.
Also, while I was doing that the same manager went and shelved the fiction cart I had queued up. I was looking forward to doing the fiction. Nobody ever chases me around to browse that cart. It only made me poutier.
– I think I managed to give myself cellulitis in my heel—there’s a knob on it like a giant callus, but it hurts like when you poke one of those deep zits when I stand on it. My best guess is I got too excited while trimming calluses.
I’ve been walking on tiptoes for two days when I’m barefoot; for some reason my shoes distribute the weight so it’s not on the thing. According to WebMD, I am going to die a horrible death alone and afraid, secure in the knowledge that nobody loves me, unless I go see a doctor YESTERDAY JEEZUS CHRIST WHY AM I STILL AT THE COMPUTER WASTING PRECIOUS SECONDS.
It already feels better, though, so perhaps, just perhaps, WebMD is exaggerating just slightly. Imagine that.
– I had a whole mess of crazy dreams and night sweats last night, even though I took my Fukitol. Mostly they were the usual fare, although there was also some dude called “Gary” who kept popping up through the dreams and delivering non-sequiturs, to which I replied “Shut up, Gary” and went back to whatever I was doing.
– One of the dreams involved shopping for art supplies, which I am going to do because I got me a paycheck, but these art supplies were all ridiculously expensive. Like, a length of copper jewelry wire was $63,485. Seems I’ve added to my repertoire of Dreams With Really Obvious Meanings.
– Goddamn, y'all, Peet's 2009 Holiday Breakfast Blend is one terrific tea. I am going to make myself a strong cup and give my hands a break to go read for a while. Perhaps later when my hands are less fatiguey and spongey from typing up Doctors!, I will tell you about these books, because they're quite good!.
*It was also Pajama Time last summer for a little while, but that was a fluke; late January is official Pajama Time.
– Yesterday , for some reason, I was tremendously out of sorts at work. In one case this became a literal thing, since I sorted half a cartful of DVDs and then went off to help another person check stuff in. When I got back to the cart I found my manager had unsorted it in order to find something. So I had to re-sort it, then shelve DVDs, which I really hate because my cartful of DVDs tends to collect browsing patrons like seagulls around a garbage barge. I politely tell them they can look at the DVDs after I shelve them because otherwise I get buried, so they wind up hovering around behind me watching me shelve. It’s obnoxious as hell.
Also, while I was doing that the same manager went and shelved the fiction cart I had queued up. I was looking forward to doing the fiction. Nobody ever chases me around to browse that cart. It only made me poutier.
– I think I managed to give myself cellulitis in my heel—there’s a knob on it like a giant callus, but it hurts like when you poke one of those deep zits when I stand on it. My best guess is I got too excited while trimming calluses.
I’ve been walking on tiptoes for two days when I’m barefoot; for some reason my shoes distribute the weight so it’s not on the thing. According to WebMD, I am going to die a horrible death alone and afraid, secure in the knowledge that nobody loves me, unless I go see a doctor YESTERDAY JEEZUS CHRIST WHY AM I STILL AT THE COMPUTER WASTING PRECIOUS SECONDS.
It already feels better, though, so perhaps, just perhaps, WebMD is exaggerating just slightly. Imagine that.
– I had a whole mess of crazy dreams and night sweats last night, even though I took my Fukitol. Mostly they were the usual fare, although there was also some dude called “Gary” who kept popping up through the dreams and delivering non-sequiturs, to which I replied “Shut up, Gary” and went back to whatever I was doing.
– One of the dreams involved shopping for art supplies, which I am going to do because I got me a paycheck, but these art supplies were all ridiculously expensive. Like, a length of copper jewelry wire was $63,485. Seems I’ve added to my repertoire of Dreams With Really Obvious Meanings.
– Goddamn, y'all, Peet's 2009 Holiday Breakfast Blend is one terrific tea. I am going to make myself a strong cup and give my hands a break to go read for a while. Perhaps later when my hands are less fatiguey and spongey from typing up Doctors!, I will tell you about these books, because they're quite good!.
*It was also Pajama Time last summer for a little while, but that was a fluke; late January is official Pajama Time.
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Date: 2010-01-19 04:08 am (UTC)Love this simile. And it's so true. I'd be sitting at a table, cleaning and checking the DVDs prior to them being checked in, and there would be people circling around me like vultures. Since I'm not into doing performance art, it drove me bugshit. Especially when they'd start picking them up. "Excuse me, sir, these aren't checked in yet. You can't take them from here." "I just want to look at it!" "Those DVDs there are already checked in and ready! Look! A cartful of them!" (sends patrons running after woman with cart)
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Date: 2010-01-19 05:45 am (UTC)Thanks, though! :)
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Date: 2010-01-19 04:56 pm (UTC)