Today was brutal on the work front, Dear Friend. Staffing shortages mean everyone got shuffled around between hospitals and I was left to fend for myself. I ended up working a frantic 10 hour shift and didn't even manage to get half of my work done. Ugh. But the day was for the most part pleasant, if hectic.
That is, until the very end.
I made a fatal error.
One.
Fatal.
Error.
I left the department cell phone on my desk while out trying to find some equipment for another department. During this one tiny little 10 minute window of time I got a call from Grumpy McGrump Pants in another department who needed something. When I came back and found the message, even though technically the department had been closed for an hour and I was not obligated to be there, I stupidly called back to apologize without checking to see if the problem had already been resolved. It had, and I got a very rude lecture about responsibility and the need to remember to carry the phone with me at all times.
Let me just tell you, I cannot let it go.
I keep trying to move past it, to not let it bother me, but you know what? It does.
I worked a 10 hour shift by myself, missed a critical lecture out of the kindness of my own heart, with a possibly necrotic ear infection, less than 40% of my hearing, propped up only by pain killers and caffeine, returned an after hours phone call to APOLOGIZE and make sure the issue had been solved and I get a lecture? *scoffs* Rude. That's what that was. Just plain rude.
This guy makes me crazy. Not just because he always insists on calling me Sugar or Mary Poppins (yeah...I don't get it either), but because he's really rude when things don't go his way. But you know what? That's life.
At any rate, I'm now slightly bitter that I missed my lecture to make sure the department was covered. I didn't have to do it, no one asked me to, I was just trying to avoid getting a lecture from some rude, impatient person. Lesson learned. Next time I will do as I please, knowing full well that I will get a lecture either way.
And now, I'm going to bed.
Lots of love dear friend. I miss your face. LOTS. Call me this weekend if you have time. I'll keep my phone on just for you. Pinky promise. *lovelovelove*
And with that, here's some Ladytron.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Applied Math Blues.
Oh Dear Friend, LittleFoot here, reporting from my applied math class. Currently trying desperately not to
1.) fall asleep (like everyone else in my row) or
2.) punch the kid with aspergers in front of me who can't help but shout out every single thing he's thinking.
Now, I know you're thinking his totally irrelevant outbursts and asinine questions should be making the class more interesting. Well it's not. And it's dramtically slowing down what is already in essence, a remedial (and attendance mandatory) class. (Not that I'm bitter that I'm being forced to take it. No, not at all).
Speaking of remedial and asinine outbursts, I forgot to mention the hell that is my BIO class. Now, let me preface this outburst by saying that 90% of this class is comprised of BIO seniors, and many if not most of them are from the honors college. I enjoy the class in theory. I like the professor and enjoy the material, but I LOATHE that he encourages people to talk amongst themselves during the quizzes and lecture. This results in me having to listen to a plethora of stupid questions and conversations between people who have no confidence in their ability to answer a simple question. Imagine my horror when blondielocks interrupted class (yet again), in the middle of an exam after a week of discussing eugenics to shout (without a hint of irony);
"Oh my god!
EUGEN-E, Oregon.
EUGEN-ICS.
Is that where they got the name from?!! Does anybody know!?! Do you guys not see the connection?! Could somebody please look it up because it's going to upset me all day. . .(pauses) Come on guys, I NEED TO KNOW!!"
Silence ensued. It was too stupid to even laugh at. It was followed by a similar outburst (by the same person) near the end of class, again pleading with someone to let her know if Eugene, OR named itself after its eugenics program. She left class distressed. Convinced that she'd made some terrible connection over looked by the history books. (And I went home to research if a lobotomy would make this class more tolerable to me).
I know that I've become a grumpy old lady and that I should be amused with these odd moments my life is punctuated with. Somehow though, the obscene amount of money I'm spending on my college education combined with how hard I've struggled to complete/pay for my degree makes moments like this intolerable instead of humorous. How people manage to get to their senior year of college (even here, where standards are clearly lower than most places) and manage to interrupt class time with outbursts like that is beyond me. There are such things as stupid questions. This was one of them. People need to stop worrying about everyone's self esteem and start calling things like they are.
Or maybe I need to learn to be more tolerant, though I seriously doubt it.
Song of the day is by the Spin Doctors. Enjoy.
1.) fall asleep (like everyone else in my row) or
2.) punch the kid with aspergers in front of me who can't help but shout out every single thing he's thinking.
Now, I know you're thinking his totally irrelevant outbursts and asinine questions should be making the class more interesting. Well it's not. And it's dramtically slowing down what is already in essence, a remedial (and attendance mandatory) class. (Not that I'm bitter that I'm being forced to take it. No, not at all).
Speaking of remedial and asinine outbursts, I forgot to mention the hell that is my BIO class. Now, let me preface this outburst by saying that 90% of this class is comprised of BIO seniors, and many if not most of them are from the honors college. I enjoy the class in theory. I like the professor and enjoy the material, but I LOATHE that he encourages people to talk amongst themselves during the quizzes and lecture. This results in me having to listen to a plethora of stupid questions and conversations between people who have no confidence in their ability to answer a simple question. Imagine my horror when blondielocks interrupted class (yet again), in the middle of an exam after a week of discussing eugenics to shout (without a hint of irony);
"Oh my god!
EUGEN-E, Oregon.
EUGEN-ICS.
Is that where they got the name from?!! Does anybody know!?! Do you guys not see the connection?! Could somebody please look it up because it's going to upset me all day. . .(pauses) Come on guys, I NEED TO KNOW!!"
Silence ensued. It was too stupid to even laugh at. It was followed by a similar outburst (by the same person) near the end of class, again pleading with someone to let her know if Eugene, OR named itself after its eugenics program. She left class distressed. Convinced that she'd made some terrible connection over looked by the history books. (And I went home to research if a lobotomy would make this class more tolerable to me).
I know that I've become a grumpy old lady and that I should be amused with these odd moments my life is punctuated with. Somehow though, the obscene amount of money I'm spending on my college education combined with how hard I've struggled to complete/pay for my degree makes moments like this intolerable instead of humorous. How people manage to get to their senior year of college (even here, where standards are clearly lower than most places) and manage to interrupt class time with outbursts like that is beyond me. There are such things as stupid questions. This was one of them. People need to stop worrying about everyone's self esteem and start calling things like they are.
Or maybe I need to learn to be more tolerant, though I seriously doubt it.
Song of the day is by the Spin Doctors. Enjoy.
Monday Monday.
Dear Friend! You called me! I'm so sorry, I was still at work when you called and I guess the number you called from did not get logged on my phone. I called you back on your number (is that still your number? Is your phone broken? Did QD have it?) but did not get an answer. I did however, leave you a message. Getting ahold of me is an art form at this point. BUT I do miss you terribly!!! So terribly! I don't know what I'm going to do with myself all summer with you so far away! :(
In other news, census is way up at work and I am scrambling like a crazy person to keep up with demand. My trusty work shoes finally exploded and are no longer wearable, forcing me into what is known in our house as the fifth circle of hell - shoe shopping. Yuck.
Song of the day:
In other news, census is way up at work and I am scrambling like a crazy person to keep up with demand. My trusty work shoes finally exploded and are no longer wearable, forcing me into what is known in our house as the fifth circle of hell - shoe shopping. Yuck.
Song of the day:
Song of the day for Sunday.
Sunday was a miserable sort of day that started out great and devolved from there. There was no apparent reason for it, but the trigger seems to have been the state of the carpet in the apartment. I really, REALLY hate when the floors start to look dirty, and apartment carpeting gets grimy so easily. Anyway we're past due for another cleaning so I should probably get around to making an appointment for that. It doesn't bother me when it's just Goose and I at home, but She-She came over in the morning and I rapidly got over whelmed.
In other news, Goose Got a Jack Dempsey. His name is Davey Jones and for now he seems to be getting along just fine with Bruno. He may have eaten Tabamu, however. :/
That's all I know.
Song of the day is Emilie Lund's Sad Blue Mountain
In other news, Goose Got a Jack Dempsey. His name is Davey Jones and for now he seems to be getting along just fine with Bruno. He may have eaten Tabamu, however. :/
That's all I know.
Song of the day is Emilie Lund's Sad Blue Mountain
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Song of the day!
It was a long, LONG day full of rearranging furniture and moving the big tanks around. we are beat, but the house looks damn good.
Miss you terribly.
Miss you terribly.
Song of the Day for Friday!
Picked up our double tank stand today that can hold 2 125's. We don't have tanks that big yet, but it never hurts to plan ahead!
Thursday, March 22, 2012
More fish tanks!
Well today was terrible on the ear front, but marvelous on the fish tank front. We've been needing to upgrade the oscar tanks since they're starting to get big. We found a double stand on Craigslist that fits 2 125 gallons, but we're not going that big yet. We did however, get the stand. You know, just in case.
We also got the deal of the century on a 55gal circa 1970. You know, when they were made of seriously heavy duty glass and generally awesome. We got it for $20, including the stand, gravel, decorations, 25 foot gravel vac, light, lid, food, and all kinds of other goodies. Amazing. Bruno will be grateful for the larger tank and Goose will be grateful to get his current home off of the kitchen table.
Not that I have too many fish tanks. Clearly that's not possible.
Song of the day:
We also got the deal of the century on a 55gal circa 1970. You know, when they were made of seriously heavy duty glass and generally awesome. We got it for $20, including the stand, gravel, decorations, 25 foot gravel vac, light, lid, food, and all kinds of other goodies. Amazing. Bruno will be grateful for the larger tank and Goose will be grateful to get his current home off of the kitchen table.
Not that I have too many fish tanks. Clearly that's not possible.
Song of the day:
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Wednesdays are lame.
...just for the record.
I went to the doctor today to get my ear looked at. I woke up this morning with green puss dripping out of my ear and a terrible case of vertigo. Room spinning, too many tequila shots kind of terrible, because my inner ear is so full of puss. It was....unpleasant. '
Anywho, since I'm always complaining about my ears and it's never really THAT bad, I brought a biohazard bag full of q-tips soaked in the offensive green slime as evidence. While my doctor was amused, I don't think she totally appreciated my bag-o-bodily fluids. Oh well.
I didn't have a fever and haven't been sick so she was skeptical, even when faced with my evidence. And then she looked in my ear. Apparently it's really gross in there, in fact, she couldn't even see my ear drum. I'm sad that I can't get a good look at it, but I know from the copious amount of ear mucus pouring out of it that it probably resembles a war zone. At any rate she took a culture.
Now, just to be clear, I am the uncontested Queen of ear infections. I have had them almost constantly for the majority of my life due to narrow eustachian tubes and poor middle ear drainage. I however, have never had anything so gross in my ear that it needed to be cultured. So that's one for the record books.
Moral of the story: 99% probability that I have a severe Pseudomonas infection in my ear (not the harmless swimmers ear kind either. Yeah, you heard me. Pneumonia bacteria is growing in my ear. No wonder I can't hear a damn thing. It's gram negative, pretty close to drug resistant, and uber gross. It has an 89% mortality rate with lung infections. While that drops down to 15-20% for ear infections, I'm still not pleased with the survival odds considering it's a damn ear infection. (And I swear on all things holy, if I die from a dang ear infection I'm going to do some major avenging in the afterlife.) I'm also supposed to be on the look out for any signs of facial paralysis...weird.
$100 in medication later and I still feel gross. My ear is still dripping stuff. I still can't hear. I've run out of Q-tips. My entire head still hurts in spite of numbing ear drops and codine. And I'm constantly asking Goose if the right side of my face looks droopy. Other than that life is good.
How are things with you? How's your tongue healing up? We miss you terribly and I'm dreading having to go to pride in 4 weeks without you. Lots of love.
I went to the doctor today to get my ear looked at. I woke up this morning with green puss dripping out of my ear and a terrible case of vertigo. Room spinning, too many tequila shots kind of terrible, because my inner ear is so full of puss. It was....unpleasant. '
Anywho, since I'm always complaining about my ears and it's never really THAT bad, I brought a biohazard bag full of q-tips soaked in the offensive green slime as evidence. While my doctor was amused, I don't think she totally appreciated my bag-o-bodily fluids. Oh well.
I didn't have a fever and haven't been sick so she was skeptical, even when faced with my evidence. And then she looked in my ear. Apparently it's really gross in there, in fact, she couldn't even see my ear drum. I'm sad that I can't get a good look at it, but I know from the copious amount of ear mucus pouring out of it that it probably resembles a war zone. At any rate she took a culture.
Now, just to be clear, I am the uncontested Queen of ear infections. I have had them almost constantly for the majority of my life due to narrow eustachian tubes and poor middle ear drainage. I however, have never had anything so gross in my ear that it needed to be cultured. So that's one for the record books.
Moral of the story: 99% probability that I have a severe Pseudomonas infection in my ear (not the harmless swimmers ear kind either. Yeah, you heard me. Pneumonia bacteria is growing in my ear. No wonder I can't hear a damn thing. It's gram negative, pretty close to drug resistant, and uber gross. It has an 89% mortality rate with lung infections. While that drops down to 15-20% for ear infections, I'm still not pleased with the survival odds considering it's a damn ear infection. (And I swear on all things holy, if I die from a dang ear infection I'm going to do some major avenging in the afterlife.) I'm also supposed to be on the look out for any signs of facial paralysis...weird.
$100 in medication later and I still feel gross. My ear is still dripping stuff. I still can't hear. I've run out of Q-tips. My entire head still hurts in spite of numbing ear drops and codine. And I'm constantly asking Goose if the right side of my face looks droopy. Other than that life is good.
How are things with you? How's your tongue healing up? We miss you terribly and I'm dreading having to go to pride in 4 weeks without you. Lots of love.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Song of the Day! Today!
(I know, I know, how I made it this far into this thing without a single Hole song is beyond me too. Shame on me.)
Falling on deaf ears.
Namely mine. That's right. My ear is infected again. Spectacularly so.
In fact, it is so infected that I am 100% deaf in that ear AND it has neon green puss dripping out of it. It's f*cking gross. I've been living off of my migraine medicine, and while it does take the edge off the pain, my whole face/jaw/neck region is still feels like it's being torn apart with a pear of anguish. I have a doctors appointment tomorrow. Hopefully she will know what to do about it.
Today I had inventory fun time with the boss man AND had to sort of loosely cross-train a new employee from the other campus. (With hilarious results). Most of the issues were medicine related and/or due to the fact that my equilibrium is off due to the noxious infection in my ear. As a result I'm sleepy, dizzy, and unable to stand back up or regain my footing when I bend over. I did my best to play it off like it was no big deal, but I don't know that they bought it. Another issue was the gross amount of coffee I start my day with combined with migraine medicine meant there was an obscene amount of caffeine in my bloodstream for most of the day. This lead to swings between phases of unnatural alertness and drunk with sleepiness. This in combination with my already awkward-uncomfortableness around new people (I'm sure) made me seem really odd.
But what are you going to do. The good news is my math test was canceled today. The bad news is that it's been moved to Thursday which leaves the possibility that I will be in even worse shape than I am today wide open.
That's all I know.
What's new in your world Dear Friend? Is QD settling into the new job? Tell me everything. Regale me with your adventures in the land of trees and snow...not that I'm trying to guilt you into it or anything, but I MAY be on my deathbed....
Just sayin'
LOVE!
In fact, it is so infected that I am 100% deaf in that ear AND it has neon green puss dripping out of it. It's f*cking gross. I've been living off of my migraine medicine, and while it does take the edge off the pain, my whole face/jaw/neck region is still feels like it's being torn apart with a pear of anguish. I have a doctors appointment tomorrow. Hopefully she will know what to do about it.
Today I had inventory fun time with the boss man AND had to sort of loosely cross-train a new employee from the other campus. (With hilarious results). Most of the issues were medicine related and/or due to the fact that my equilibrium is off due to the noxious infection in my ear. As a result I'm sleepy, dizzy, and unable to stand back up or regain my footing when I bend over. I did my best to play it off like it was no big deal, but I don't know that they bought it. Another issue was the gross amount of coffee I start my day with combined with migraine medicine meant there was an obscene amount of caffeine in my bloodstream for most of the day. This lead to swings between phases of unnatural alertness and drunk with sleepiness. This in combination with my already awkward-uncomfortableness around new people (I'm sure) made me seem really odd.
But what are you going to do. The good news is my math test was canceled today. The bad news is that it's been moved to Thursday which leaves the possibility that I will be in even worse shape than I am today wide open.
That's all I know.
What's new in your world Dear Friend? Is QD settling into the new job? Tell me everything. Regale me with your adventures in the land of trees and snow...not that I'm trying to guilt you into it or anything, but I MAY be on my deathbed....
Just sayin'
LOVE!
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Oh Sunday...
Clearly you are the devil. I did entirely too much laundry today and ate way too much food. Now I am uncomfortably full and struggling to find the energy to put away the mountains and mountains of clean clothes surrounding me.
Life is clearly not fair. :P
Life is clearly not fair. :P
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Friday, March 16, 2012
Oh February...
I'm so glad you're gone.
Sorry about the break there Dear Friend. I needed to take a February sabbatical. I know, I know, it's mid March. However, my February starts right around V-Day and ends around St. Pattys. It's a dark vortex of awful, bracketed with holidays, slowly sapping away at my life-force.
But now it's gone.
And I'm back.
Have no fear.
There are many things to say and an entire long, boring month to recap, but that's a post for another day. This one is just to say HELLO! I'm not dead! (Hooray!!) And I love you tons.
Here's some ABBA to celebrate my return with:
*Lovelovelove*
Sorry about the break there Dear Friend. I needed to take a February sabbatical. I know, I know, it's mid March. However, my February starts right around V-Day and ends around St. Pattys. It's a dark vortex of awful, bracketed with holidays, slowly sapping away at my life-force.
But now it's gone.
And I'm back.
Have no fear.
There are many things to say and an entire long, boring month to recap, but that's a post for another day. This one is just to say HELLO! I'm not dead! (Hooray!!) And I love you tons.
Here's some ABBA to celebrate my return with:
*Lovelovelove*
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