… to Scott, who’s landed in the hospital for some R&R and some prescription drugs. I’ve been missing his blog, and now I know why we haven’t seen any updates in awhile!
We chatted for a few (three?) hours this evening — he’s amazingly coherent with vast amounts of Percocet in him, and funny as always. Think good, healthy thoughts for this fabulous young lad, so that he can finally come home already! 🙂
I left work at 3 for a late lunch, and I never went back. Sure, I have plenty to do (and some of it is overdue), but my headache never really got better and I was craving a sandwich from the mall, so off I went. I ended up purchasing a toaster oven, as my microwave is still in Pittsburgh and will be till I haul my ass up there for (maybe) Labor Day. Luckily, I had a $50 G.C. to Hecht’s, and the oven only cost about $24 after the G.C. was deducted. w00t! I picked the prettiest one (rather than the most functional), in black and chrome.
I left the Patch with VMs still unheard. Cruise Director has this habit of leaving you messages while you’re sitting right there, so you know for a fact that he did not dial you directly — you know he wasn’t in the mood to speak to you. I have no problem with this. At Two Strikes, HRP reveled in picking up the phone and ripping you a new one, at the highest possible volume and regardless of who was in your presence. And Demure, my current “boss” (and I use that term loosely), refuses to pick up her own phone but goes apeshit if you don’t answer yours. Trust me, she will hunt your ass down, even if it means tracking you down in the jane or in the upstairs kitchen, because everything’s a crisis to her. She hunted me down at Shan’s desk one night at 8 p.m. to tell me she had been searching everywhere for me to give me a piece of paper I had been looking for. Shit, if she’d have left it on my chair, I think I would have known where it would have come from, eh? She’s just one of those people who does the least thing and seemingly expects a gold star for her forhead. I hate people like that. I am someone who quietly does my thing and expects little to nothing in the way of recognition. People like her sound the damn trumpets every time they dislodge the hair that found its way up their asses.
But, as always, I digress. It’s been lovely having Demure on vacation the past week or so. It will be devastating to me when she finally drags her crusty ass back on Wednesday or Thursday (dear god, if you’re out there, let it be Thursday. Or Friday. Throw a girl a bone down here!).
*updated*
That’s what Shawn and I did on Saturday. I literally came home, curled up on my bed and fell into a four-hour coma.
Yesterday, I sat in the sun for one friggin’ hour, talking to my mom while I was at my favorite park, and I am one Crispy Critter today. Sheesh. My hair is blonde (without dye, thanks much) and everything else is red. And freckled. But mostly red and painful. Ouchie, ouchie!
Wrote a brilliant article last night on workplace violence. Here’s to wondering if the Veggie Patchers will be horrified by it. I may post it here at a later date, for anyone who’s thinking about going postal. 🙂
I have a screaming tension headache and migraine today. Yes, I have both. I nearly mowed down four pedestrians as I sped to McDonald’s for yet another culinary bounty of hell. I figured, shit, it was already 9:20 a.m. — why not be even more late to work? It never fails to amaze me, though, how many people will cross a six-lane highway with their heads in the clouds. Don’t they realize that I have no value whatsoever for human life? I think one of the guys I wanted to kill today, I nearly wiped him out last week as he again wandered across the street and stopped in his tracks when he heard my brakes squealing. Dumbass. If this headache doesn’t go away, I’ll probably wipe the sidewalks with him on my way home.
Now, off to fight with my Elite XL printer — three sets of tabloid-size proofs need to come out. This should take till noon. 🙂
Update
So we busted our humps to get a proof ready for this morning (almost a full day early), and Cruise Director called off. Gaah! He was the reason we hurried and ended up leaving out some stuff that wasn’t done. Something tells me that he’s going to exercise his pithy authority and not let me go to press on time this week — I still haven’t seen his column, nor any edits to the Word documents full of articles that I gave him to date.
My head is pounding. I think today is a go-home-early kind of day.