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I've decided. I dragged my sorry ass to work the last two days and felt like crap (and so clumsy! constantly dropping things), but last night I had taken a Tylenol PM and yet in the middle of the night my throat got so painful that it still managed to wake me up, even with the drugs. I sprayed some Chloraseptic in it and staggered back to bed, but I decided to spare my Physical Therapist the virus and canceled that appointment, and after much hemming and hawing decided that I should have the same consideration for coworkers. They might miss me, but I'm sure they'd rather not share.
And what bad days the last two days were! Not so much for things that happened at work, but for stupidity on my part which I'm going to claim was induced by my feeling like crap.
Monday I forgot my parking pass and temporarily stuck my car in a no parking zone while I went to figure out what I should do with it. I was advised that I should just let the Securitas (contract security guards on the sidewalk) guys know that it was mine and not to tow it, and that seemed fine with the one I talked with, but then a couple of hours later I heard my car being paged as on the list to be towed. I freaked, naturally, and went to the cops at the Checkpoint and babbled about the matter. They said it wouldn't be towed without them making the call, so I had time to go move it, and when I came back from that (soaked to the knees from having to wade through snowbanks) one of them took the ticket from me (it had already been ticketed, even though I ran right down there) and very kindly said, "Go back to work."
I won't go into the guy who ragged on us for not doing racial profiling, at the moment. This entry is already turning into a major epic and he deserves his own private rant, with details.
Tuesday I decided while making a grocery run before work that the chains ought to come off the van. Eor put them on Sunday, I think, because we'd got at least a foot of snow dumped on us over Saturday . I frigged around with that in the parking lot (a good place for it, with nobody nearly running over me very other minute, but it still took a while) but then when I went back up into my own neighborhood, where the street should have been plowed the night before, I found that it had not been plowed, and I got stuck IN THE ROAD. Had to dig and salt my way out and was 45 minutes late to work. But I did take the time to write an annoyed little note to the city. Not that it will do any good, I'm sure.
Last night's outbrief at work included "Don't bring rats to work and hide them in your locker," because Rat Girl did that on Friday. :) She ran short on time before work when she was supposed to be delivering one to a customer, and the lockers are all metal with air slots, so it probably was fairly safe. It was kind of amusing to me watching who freaked out and who didn't when she brought the rat out after work on Friday. :) Alice, who is always so level-headed and pragmatic, was uncomfortable in the extreme, with the result that she opened her book and was very cranky when I asked her to take her nose out of it for a moment to let me know whether she was going to take a movie we were both wanting to borrow from another coworker.
Pez (sometimes aka Bobby Vegas) had brought in his copy of Barbarella for me, and Alice had pounced on it with delight, but then decided to text her friend who she's going to be hanging out with this week and ask if the friend already has copy they can watch. They are going to be hanging out because they were both working the Inauguration, yesterday. We were all jealous, of course, but those types of cherry jobs are the just desserts for the position Alice has, where she's put herself at the disposal of the special team that goes out to whatever temporary assignments they need her on. She also got to work in Martha's Vinyard last summer, and Aspen Colorado last winter for ski season. I may have mentioned she returned from that assignment with a scar on her cheek and a crazy story about having got in a fight in a bar with a jealous woman who kicked her in the face with cowboy boots - a complete lie which she delighted in telling. :) It's hard for me to give a nickname to Alice because she's so very herself, and her name is so integral to things which happen with her. I have referred to her as the Bookseller or variations thereof, which is kind of silly because when she was selling books it was under the name Alice's Bookshelf.
I should probably have done this as backdated entries, but somehow that always seems a bit like cheating. But I didn't even write about the weekend, which had some developments of it's own, including bruises which I keep having to explain because they're on my forearms and very obvious. :) I think I'll post this, though, and write another post later.
And what bad days the last two days were! Not so much for things that happened at work, but for stupidity on my part which I'm going to claim was induced by my feeling like crap.
Monday I forgot my parking pass and temporarily stuck my car in a no parking zone while I went to figure out what I should do with it. I was advised that I should just let the Securitas (contract security guards on the sidewalk) guys know that it was mine and not to tow it, and that seemed fine with the one I talked with, but then a couple of hours later I heard my car being paged as on the list to be towed. I freaked, naturally, and went to the cops at the Checkpoint and babbled about the matter. They said it wouldn't be towed without them making the call, so I had time to go move it, and when I came back from that (soaked to the knees from having to wade through snowbanks) one of them took the ticket from me (it had already been ticketed, even though I ran right down there) and very kindly said, "Go back to work."
I won't go into the guy who ragged on us for not doing racial profiling, at the moment. This entry is already turning into a major epic and he deserves his own private rant, with details.
Tuesday I decided while making a grocery run before work that the chains ought to come off the van. Eor put them on Sunday, I think, because we'd got at least a foot of snow dumped on us over Saturday . I frigged around with that in the parking lot (a good place for it, with nobody nearly running over me very other minute, but it still took a while) but then when I went back up into my own neighborhood, where the street should have been plowed the night before, I found that it had not been plowed, and I got stuck IN THE ROAD. Had to dig and salt my way out and was 45 minutes late to work. But I did take the time to write an annoyed little note to the city. Not that it will do any good, I'm sure.
Last night's outbrief at work included "Don't bring rats to work and hide them in your locker," because Rat Girl did that on Friday. :) She ran short on time before work when she was supposed to be delivering one to a customer, and the lockers are all metal with air slots, so it probably was fairly safe. It was kind of amusing to me watching who freaked out and who didn't when she brought the rat out after work on Friday. :) Alice, who is always so level-headed and pragmatic, was uncomfortable in the extreme, with the result that she opened her book and was very cranky when I asked her to take her nose out of it for a moment to let me know whether she was going to take a movie we were both wanting to borrow from another coworker.
Pez (sometimes aka Bobby Vegas) had brought in his copy of Barbarella for me, and Alice had pounced on it with delight, but then decided to text her friend who she's going to be hanging out with this week and ask if the friend already has copy they can watch. They are going to be hanging out because they were both working the Inauguration, yesterday. We were all jealous, of course, but those types of cherry jobs are the just desserts for the position Alice has, where she's put herself at the disposal of the special team that goes out to whatever temporary assignments they need her on. She also got to work in Martha's Vinyard last summer, and Aspen Colorado last winter for ski season. I may have mentioned she returned from that assignment with a scar on her cheek and a crazy story about having got in a fight in a bar with a jealous woman who kicked her in the face with cowboy boots - a complete lie which she delighted in telling. :) It's hard for me to give a nickname to Alice because she's so very herself, and her name is so integral to things which happen with her. I have referred to her as the Bookseller or variations thereof, which is kind of silly because when she was selling books it was under the name Alice's Bookshelf.
I should probably have done this as backdated entries, but somehow that always seems a bit like cheating. But I didn't even write about the weekend, which had some developments of it's own, including bruises which I keep having to explain because they're on my forearms and very obvious. :) I think I'll post this, though, and write another post later.
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Also, ooh Barbarella, I love that one :)
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I've seen Barbarella before, but it was a looong time ago. Over fifteen years. I was still with the ex, and he was all, "oh, I've seen this before, it's boring and makes no sense," and then as we went along he started going "oh! Oh! I guess that when I watched it on network TV they had to cut out so much that it couldn't make sense!"
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