Behind on everything
Apr. 2nd, 2006 10:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeI am running behind. You know that saying about not being able to recover lost time? Well, it's true.
I went for a walk for nearly two hours today, mostly because it was a gorgeous day, but also because I was hoping it would get rid of the low-grade headache that's been following me around for several days. I've ignored it for the most part except to take some Tylenol during band practice yesterday (headache + drums = bad), since Tylenol has this annoying withdrawal effect of —guess what— a low-grade headache, so unless it gets really bad I try not to take anything for it.
Okay, well, that sentence made sense in my head. Anyway...
I am waaaay behind on my email. If you've sent me something in the past week or so, chances are that I haven't got to it yet. I just haven't been home and online enough to do that. Also, chances are good that I've missed a bunch of important LJ entries. If something very important has come up that you think I should know about, leave me a comment or something and I'll get to it as soon as I can.
Right. Formalities are over, so I'm going to go to bed. Maybe I'll finish the two remaining episodes of 24 that are left. Is it wrong of me to like Audrey Raynes' husband better than her? I keep wanting to smack her very, very hard. Also, Jack needs to grow a spine around women.
:::ETA:::
Oh, I forgot to mention that one of the reasons things are going a little crazy with me is because L, the other receptionist, is on medical leave for three weeks with tendonitis. She'll be back after Easter. So I get to man the front desk alone. Yippee.
The bitter, cynical part of me is being particularly bitchy about this latest development. Mostly I'm just jealous and bitter because she gets medical leave because she's a permanent employee. The bitter, cynical part of me is screaming in my head: "Hell, if I can type with one hand for three weeks, why can't she?" Yes, I know that's unfair, and yes I know tendonitis is very, very painful. If her doctor tells her to stay home, then that's good for her.
On the other hand, when I took two days off work when I broke my arm (because I was in pain and dizzy from painkillers), and not even consecutive days, it came out of my pay. I understand that the world isn't a fair place, really, I do. It still rankles.
It might be a little easier to swallow if L herself hadn't been so unpleasant these past few weeks. It seems that every time I turn around, she snaps at me. Sometimes it's because I have legitimately fucked up (nothing major, but I make mistakes like everyone else), and sometimes it's for no reason I can discern. Not that she's being actively rude or anything, so maybe I'm just reading too much into the repeated rolling of eyes, and the refusal to do much more than speak to me about strictly work-related subjects. I don't especially care, but given that before Christmas she and I had a good working relationship and did in fact talk about other things, I'm a little puzzled by her sudden about-face.
Since I haven't done anything different, I can only conclude that it has nothing to do with me, shrug my shoulders and move on.
Meh.
Okay, bed. For real.
I went for a walk for nearly two hours today, mostly because it was a gorgeous day, but also because I was hoping it would get rid of the low-grade headache that's been following me around for several days. I've ignored it for the most part except to take some Tylenol during band practice yesterday (headache + drums = bad), since Tylenol has this annoying withdrawal effect of —guess what— a low-grade headache, so unless it gets really bad I try not to take anything for it.
Okay, well, that sentence made sense in my head. Anyway...
I am waaaay behind on my email. If you've sent me something in the past week or so, chances are that I haven't got to it yet. I just haven't been home and online enough to do that. Also, chances are good that I've missed a bunch of important LJ entries. If something very important has come up that you think I should know about, leave me a comment or something and I'll get to it as soon as I can.
Right. Formalities are over, so I'm going to go to bed. Maybe I'll finish the two remaining episodes of 24 that are left. Is it wrong of me to like Audrey Raynes' husband better than her? I keep wanting to smack her very, very hard. Also, Jack needs to grow a spine around women.
:::ETA:::
Oh, I forgot to mention that one of the reasons things are going a little crazy with me is because L, the other receptionist, is on medical leave for three weeks with tendonitis. She'll be back after Easter. So I get to man the front desk alone. Yippee.
The bitter, cynical part of me is being particularly bitchy about this latest development. Mostly I'm just jealous and bitter because she gets medical leave because she's a permanent employee. The bitter, cynical part of me is screaming in my head: "Hell, if I can type with one hand for three weeks, why can't she?" Yes, I know that's unfair, and yes I know tendonitis is very, very painful. If her doctor tells her to stay home, then that's good for her.
On the other hand, when I took two days off work when I broke my arm (because I was in pain and dizzy from painkillers), and not even consecutive days, it came out of my pay. I understand that the world isn't a fair place, really, I do. It still rankles.
It might be a little easier to swallow if L herself hadn't been so unpleasant these past few weeks. It seems that every time I turn around, she snaps at me. Sometimes it's because I have legitimately fucked up (nothing major, but I make mistakes like everyone else), and sometimes it's for no reason I can discern. Not that she's being actively rude or anything, so maybe I'm just reading too much into the repeated rolling of eyes, and the refusal to do much more than speak to me about strictly work-related subjects. I don't especially care, but given that before Christmas she and I had a good working relationship and did in fact talk about other things, I'm a little puzzled by her sudden about-face.
Since I haven't done anything different, I can only conclude that it has nothing to do with me, shrug my shoulders and move on.
Meh.
Okay, bed. For real.
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Date: 2006-04-03 06:58 pm (UTC)How is your dispatcher course going?
And your arm? Is it better?
Miss ya! *hugs*
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Date: 2006-04-04 12:44 am (UTC)