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It was actually cool to see V. and StratfordOnGuy and B. at work yesterday.
( StratfordOnGuy still hasn't had the teeth pulled - cutting for those weak of stomach or not interested in other people's medical problems )
One of the guys I was in class with told me Moose had put in his notice while I was away, but that turned out to be not quite the truth - he had considered it but changed his mind. He was pissed because a newbie - Junior, who he trained, in fact - got the shift he wanted. I don't blame him, because really that's one of those grossly unfair things that they're doing to us. Why do they make the pretense of letting us bid on shifts by seniority and THEN take the newbies and convert them to full time after the shift bid and give them shifts they wouldn't let the people with seniority bid on? This doesn't make sense.
( cut for rambling about interpersonal problems with co-workers and my own stupidity )
Grah. Maybe I'm having a hormone crash. I was supposed to put a new patch on yesterday - this one's probably all used up. It's a lovely, sunny day, here, and I should go for a walk.
How damned weird, having the day off midweek. I can't do laundry because it's midweek, and the few groceries I need to get can wait until 4PM when Eor comes home with the car. He's got the car because the van is getting the new propane tank installed. I certainly need to do something besides sit in front of the computer.
(ETA 18:47 - I didn't, in fact, go do anything until 14:30. Then I went for a walk and that made me feel even worse. So anxious, self-conscious and completely blah. And missing LooksToAlaska like mad. :( Was so glad when Eor came home. I'm sick of being depressed and weepy so often with no warning like this and killing whole days with it. Also, I called the insurance company and asked them why I paid $90 for the prescription antacids. The answer was because they cost over $300. 40 pills. Damn things should be made of platinum for that. It would be cheaper to get therapy.)
( StratfordOnGuy still hasn't had the teeth pulled - cutting for those weak of stomach or not interested in other people's medical problems )
One of the guys I was in class with told me Moose had put in his notice while I was away, but that turned out to be not quite the truth - he had considered it but changed his mind. He was pissed because a newbie - Junior, who he trained, in fact - got the shift he wanted. I don't blame him, because really that's one of those grossly unfair things that they're doing to us. Why do they make the pretense of letting us bid on shifts by seniority and THEN take the newbies and convert them to full time after the shift bid and give them shifts they wouldn't let the people with seniority bid on? This doesn't make sense.
( cut for rambling about interpersonal problems with co-workers and my own stupidity )
Grah. Maybe I'm having a hormone crash. I was supposed to put a new patch on yesterday - this one's probably all used up. It's a lovely, sunny day, here, and I should go for a walk.
How damned weird, having the day off midweek. I can't do laundry because it's midweek, and the few groceries I need to get can wait until 4PM when Eor comes home with the car. He's got the car because the van is getting the new propane tank installed. I certainly need to do something besides sit in front of the computer.
(ETA 18:47 - I didn't, in fact, go do anything until 14:30. Then I went for a walk and that made me feel even worse. So anxious, self-conscious and completely blah. And missing LooksToAlaska like mad. :( Was so glad when Eor came home. I'm sick of being depressed and weepy so often with no warning like this and killing whole days with it. Also, I called the insurance company and asked them why I paid $90 for the prescription antacids. The answer was because they cost over $300. 40 pills. Damn things should be made of platinum for that. It would be cheaper to get therapy.)