Random Rantings!

My adult ADD has kicked in once again, but this time it's actually in a funny state. The Phantom Pain is sedate (= manageable) right now, so I'll only mention it quickly as to not have it flare up into dire need for IV narcs state.

My day has been pretty uneventful for the most part, which for me is good considering I OD'd on sleep yesterday after suffering from scented oli inhalation. How did I do that pray tell? Well, it happened like this, I returned home from having picked up some bookshelves and a loveseat from a friend who's moving. I cooked some turkey bacon and the scent got into the vents. Not wanting the entire house smelling 'foody', I poured scented oil into the vents so that when the AC kicked on, that would be the smell. In the process of rearranging the room to accommodate the new furniture, I was near the vent; yes, the same vent loaded with the oil. It began to overwhelm me and triggered the makings of a migraine. Silly me ignored the triggers and pressed on. Some time later I ate dinner and sat in the seat which had one of those plug in air fresheners. BIG MISTAKE! That scent started kicking my head in and even though I unplugged it, it was too late. To make matters worse, I had a cocktail with dinner (it was good as hell too), so now I couldn't take my Rx for the migraine; I decided to lay down instead. Lo and behold, laying down turned into full-fledged sleeping until 1:00am. (time approx). Needless to say I was fully dressed (ick), but couldn't bring myself to undress, so I just went back to sleep until around 6:00 am.

I currently have the energy of a 3 y/o who skipped its meds. I acted as such during lunch with my friends who found my disposition rather amusing. That gave me the impression I've been rather moody lately. Well, if people would stop effin with me, then I wouldn't have a reason to be moody now would I? Exactly!

It's another scorcher outside and inside it still requires me to have a space heater on so I can balance the air. A coworker and I joked about having to dress like it's the winter as not to freeze to death. I still haven't figured that mess out, but I guess that's just not for me to know.

Another coworker made suggestive eye contact with me, which completely gave me the creeps. He was talking to me and another person who was standing outside my cube and the entire time eyeballed my legs as if he was having visual sex with me. It was sooo gross that I eased myself so my legs were completely under the desk. UGH! I'm glad I had a jacket on at the time cause the last thing I would have wanted would have been for him to eye my less than ample cleavage with appears larger due to the padded bra. Can I consitute what he did as sexual harrassment?

Well, I'm done with my rantings. I know this was nothing special, but hey it's like that sometimes.

Not my day, but better than yesterday

I knew today would be another doozy, so I was thankful that I turned in early last night and got more than 5 hours of sleep for the first time in...? Uhm, since June. Anyway, I forgot my 800mgs and was not happy, but settled for the OTC's in a more than the prescribed amount, and commenced with this day. I have a ritual I follow regardless of what my day is gonna be like and after reading comments, other blogs of notable interest (links are on my page), eating breakfast, and drinking my morning cuppa; I began my work. At first it was going relatively well until...until I had the misfortune of running into an issue that required speaking with my lead. Yeah, you guessed it, we had another incident. OTC's don't pack the same punch as the Rx kind, so I was in the less than 0-60 tolerance mode. No sooner I tried to explain the issue, he did his usual know-it-all bullshit comment of which I promptly shot down with my reply. "Can you just listen for once and NOT tell me how to do my job?" A coworker who's cube we were in had to turn her back as not to laugh her ass off. I then went on to tell him, "you're always making it seem like it's so easy to do something when in fact it's not. Things don't just magically happen." I then promptly walked away. My coworker arrived at my cube minutes later laughing and then told me she'd fussed him out no more than 15 mintues before I had. She too has to deal with him and knows the frustration his comments cause. We laughed for a moment and I went on with my day.

After much contemplation, I finally decided to take a much needed break and do what should come naturally; eat lunch. I settled for a sandwich from the resident cafeteria and when I returned, read the Wide Lawns; Narrow Minds blog, which did wonders for my previously stated foul mood. You have got to read this blog; it's great!

The afternoon dragged on and I popped a few more OTC's to endure the pain and be able to complete this wretched work for this freaking deadline. Oh, and if you're wondering why all the pill poppin, no, I'm not a junkie; it's to sedate the pain I blogged about a few days ago. Notice I said sedate, this pain is so gangsta that it only responds to IV narcotics. Rx & OTC drugs are merely a sugar coating. (I need a hug )

Enough of the mushy stuff...Just as I thought my day was gonna be over, I found a discrepency that wasn't previously caught and being the anal person I am where my work is concerned, I couldn't leave it alone. I ended up spending another 20 minutes to fix it. I swear I'm my own worst enemy sometimes. But the good thing is that I have finished the damn work and I can go home knowing that I put my best effort into it.

Overall, I managed to get through the day with less bullshit than yesterday and in a better mood. I've been craving wine, but unfortunately I can't indulge being that I've been popping pills like M&M's. So, whoever can drink, please pour a little out for your homey who can't drink. 'Preciate that.

Have a great one and hopefully, I'll have something interesting to blog about tomorrow. In fact I know I will; I have to work my part-time job tomorrow. Oh the freakin joy of working on my day off. (frowning)

Slides away from the pc to pack up and take my ass home.

Not my day!

Today was not a good day. I dropped off Big Buddy (my SUV) for his Dr's appt (service) this morning bright and early so he'd be ready on time...NOON! (please note the time). I returned to work by way of a coworker who'd nicely followed me so I would have a ride back. I eat breakfast, drank tea, read some blogs, popped a 800mg Rx strength ibuprophen, and preceeded to get on with my day. Knowing it was gonna be a mutha hubba, I entered into iPod land and zoned out. A couple hours later, I was greeted by my lead who promptly worked my )*%#)%*#)% nerves by telling me that I could accomplish my assigned task within the unrealistic time contraint that I have. My pain level on a scale of 1-10 was already at a 12 and he wasn't making matters any better. As I politely dissed him by telling him he hadn't a clue what he was talking about and that I would figure it out and get it done, I thought I might explode if he didn't evacuate my cube and let me be. My tolerance level was at an all time low and I was doing 0-60 in less than 2 seconds. All of this occurred while I anxiously waited for the damn 800mg to work.

By the time the pill finally sedated me (somewhat) and I'd gotten further along in my work, I noticed it was after 10:00 am and I hadn't received a call from the Dr regarding Big Buddy. I called. The service tech told me he only needed an diaper (oli) change and and not the full physical as I thought. I thanked her (she saved me $$) and hung up. Recalling that I needed him back by noon, I called again to see if he was ready. He was not! Remember the 0-60 seconds comment? Well, it was back and I was feeling like Danica Patrick. I promptly informed Miss Cavalier Attitude that there was a reason why I noted on the drop off envelope that I needed him back by NOON. Would you believe the dimwit said, "Oh, I didn't read what you wrote on the evelope." Dumb ass! Of course I told her that he was to be ready ASAP and she returned by saying, "I'll have to get someone to work through his lunch and it'll be done by 12:30". (They better had) To add insult to injury, she made it sound like it was my fault dude had to work through his lunch. Get the f*ck outta here! Like I gave a rat's ass. If she'd read the gottdamn envelope in the first freaking place, she'd have known and wouldn't had me talk to her like the first class twit she is. Needless to say I did get Big Buddy back by 12:30 and got the coupon price of $19.95 +tax for the service even though I forgot my coupon at home. Who the hell in their right mind was gonna argue with a woman in pain? Not anyone if sound mental accuities! I know the look in my eyes would have made Linda Blair in The Exorcist scared.

After that, I ate a slice of triple veggie pizza as if I'd been starved for a few days and returned to work. I immediately entered the iPod zone as to hold on to what little sanity I now had left. I spent the remainder of the afternoon engrossed in my work until 6:00pm. (12 hour days suck) I was a full-fledged whooped ass by the time I left the building. The drive was pretty stress free as there weren't that many cars on my route home. After eating a small dinner, taking a shower, drinking a cup of tea, and sharing this little ditty with all of you, I'm now taking my ass to bed. Yeah, I know it's early, but your girl is tired and could use a good night's sleep. The fact that I'll be working my other job on my day off affords me the right to retire as if I were a 4 year old with a school night bed time.

The sandman awaits...yawn!

Oxymorons

Have you ever wondered why an Express Line is called the Express Line when it's anything but that? Yeah, me too. How about the Emergency Room? Yeah, that got me too. It got me so good that I spent 6 hours in one the other night only to have to go back the next day to be there for another 7 hours. Needless to say I was one pissed off chic.

I humored myself at one point saying that I felt like I was on an episode of House (A FOX show about a egomanical, but very good Dr. and his team who spend the entire show poking and prodding the patient while they exhaust every possible cause of the phantom problem.)

To make matters worse, they still haven't figured out what the hell is wrong and I'm back where I started...going back to my initial Dr. Now ain't that a bitch? I feel like I went all the way around the mulberry bush for no good reason. Well, I guess ruling out appendicitis and any other problem was a good thing, but to still not know the cause of what sent me to the ER in the first place sucks really bad.

No cause for alarm though, I'm sure I'll get to the bottom of this soon enough. In the meantime, I'll continue to amuse you with whatever random madness I come up with.