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Yesterday it was hot, and busy enough at work that the air-conditioning was having trouble keeping up. And almost as soon as we'd gotten started I went into period-cramps bad enough that I had to ask to go out back to the breakroom and get painkillers.
Then I got yanked to do a quiz. I only got 18 of 20 correct. :(
These quizzes are something we're all having to do, one of the hoops they're making us jump through in order to maybe someday get a raise. I like to think I'd have done better if I hadn't been feeling so off, but who knows. Some of the questions just didn't make sense. And we're never going to find out which ones we got wrong. Now, to me, this feels like a cheat, but it's always that way with all the tests the government designs - it just feels to me that they don't want all the screeners ganging up and saying, "This question was just wrong! Look, we all got it wrong because you asked something that's just NOT the way we were trained!" Still, even if we didn't, not letting us know what we got wrong means that we can't learn from the situation.
I also went to physical therapy for my shoulder, which, as it was the first time meeting someone new and going to a new place, was a little bit anxiety inducing, but offered a break from the usual routine. He worked my shoulder so much that my elbow hurt like mad for the rest of the day. Though, overnight, icing the shoulder before bed (with frozen green beans - he recommended peas or corn, but green beans was what I had :)) and taking Advil - which I was going to, anyway - made it feel much better. And this morning I have to go do these exercises by myself...? I think I'll do fewer of them.
Aaand, what else. Oh, I made one of my co-workers blush, by telling her she should accompany me to get a haircut "because a good haircut would compliment your neck, and you have a lovely neck." :) She's been quite flirty for a couple of weeks, which has been a lot of fun. I'm not sure we're suited to each other, and I suppose she'll lose interest, soon, but in the meantime it's been very pleasant. :)
She's actually the person I was mentoring in checked baggage, also, so since I've been injured she's gotten less training time in (not that she was getting a lot in, anyway, where they were only scheduling us for training twice a week, hypothetically, and then we each had absences and such). I've been doing my best to advocate for her getting time in, somehow, even if with another mentor, so yesterday they put her with the guy who carries rocks in his pockets. Now, he's a little quirky, but a good screener, so she was a little nervous about this pairing, but I assured her she'd be okay. Unfortunately, she was right, I was wrong - he dropped a suitcase on her knee! She was limping pretty badly when I saw her at the end of the day, although not quite badly enough so that I felt like it made sense to offer that she could lean on my shoulder.;) I wished I hadn't had the car (which I took because I had to go to PT), so that when she offered me a ride home I could have been sympathetic about the knee.
Mom brought gazpacho soup for dinner, which of course made me think of Rimmer. :) I ate a bowl and a half, so it couldn't have been all that bad.:)
Okay, off to be productive. (Right.)
ETA: (yeah, you could guess how productive I was going to be.) This is great! Photos of The Chap Olympics.
Then I got yanked to do a quiz. I only got 18 of 20 correct. :(
These quizzes are something we're all having to do, one of the hoops they're making us jump through in order to maybe someday get a raise. I like to think I'd have done better if I hadn't been feeling so off, but who knows. Some of the questions just didn't make sense. And we're never going to find out which ones we got wrong. Now, to me, this feels like a cheat, but it's always that way with all the tests the government designs - it just feels to me that they don't want all the screeners ganging up and saying, "This question was just wrong! Look, we all got it wrong because you asked something that's just NOT the way we were trained!" Still, even if we didn't, not letting us know what we got wrong means that we can't learn from the situation.
I also went to physical therapy for my shoulder, which, as it was the first time meeting someone new and going to a new place, was a little bit anxiety inducing, but offered a break from the usual routine. He worked my shoulder so much that my elbow hurt like mad for the rest of the day. Though, overnight, icing the shoulder before bed (with frozen green beans - he recommended peas or corn, but green beans was what I had :)) and taking Advil - which I was going to, anyway - made it feel much better. And this morning I have to go do these exercises by myself...? I think I'll do fewer of them.
Aaand, what else. Oh, I made one of my co-workers blush, by telling her she should accompany me to get a haircut "because a good haircut would compliment your neck, and you have a lovely neck." :) She's been quite flirty for a couple of weeks, which has been a lot of fun. I'm not sure we're suited to each other, and I suppose she'll lose interest, soon, but in the meantime it's been very pleasant. :)
She's actually the person I was mentoring in checked baggage, also, so since I've been injured she's gotten less training time in (not that she was getting a lot in, anyway, where they were only scheduling us for training twice a week, hypothetically, and then we each had absences and such). I've been doing my best to advocate for her getting time in, somehow, even if with another mentor, so yesterday they put her with the guy who carries rocks in his pockets. Now, he's a little quirky, but a good screener, so she was a little nervous about this pairing, but I assured her she'd be okay. Unfortunately, she was right, I was wrong - he dropped a suitcase on her knee! She was limping pretty badly when I saw her at the end of the day, although not quite badly enough so that I felt like it made sense to offer that she could lean on my shoulder.;) I wished I hadn't had the car (which I took because I had to go to PT), so that when she offered me a ride home I could have been sympathetic about the knee.
Mom brought gazpacho soup for dinner, which of course made me think of Rimmer. :) I ate a bowl and a half, so it couldn't have been all that bad.:)
Okay, off to be productive. (Right.)
ETA: (yeah, you could guess how productive I was going to be.) This is great! Photos of The Chap Olympics.
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XD!
I actually love gazpacho soup myself, and I love making it. But yeah, I always think of Rimmer too. Hee.
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See you're looking better as a mentor all the time. You haven't maimed any of your trainees yet!
I guess offering to kiss it and make it better would have been a little OTT.
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Where do you find this stuff? (Oh, BBC? ummm..) I so wanted to look at these during work, but non-chap Americans were demanding my attention. I'm almost certain that if folk would devote more time to pursuits such as this, the problem of domestic violence in Ohio would be largely eliminated. That's just a guess though...
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