Everyone knows I work in an office full of circus freaks. Hell, I think everyone who works in an office is surrounded by circus freaks. Mine is not the exception, but rather the rule. This week was a little more full of circus drama than usual and it really sucked the life out of me. The short version is someone stole a prescription of Xanax from someone in my office. State police were brought in for a report. Seven days later, they're back to question FrankenKlinger, the hag I sit near. She's tight lipped about the whole thing and no one knows what's going on. A few days later, she's brought downstairs for a meeting with the head of HR, someone from the union, her husband and who knows who else. She's seen leaving the building after the meeting in tears. Still, no one knows what's going on. She comes into work the following day all drugged up on something. You look in her eyes and you can tell whatever she's on is STRONG. No one knows what's going on. It's all anyone in the office can talk about. It can't be good or else someone would know something. I'm not getting my hopes up too high for anything to happen. People have been known to sit on porn sites for hours on overtime and just end up with a slap on the wrist. Keep in mind we have a zero tolerance policy on that shit. It would be a nice birthday present for me to find out she's been fired, though.
Otherwise, things are pretty good right now. Mostly. I'm still having an issue with my left foot. I called and made an appointment with a new podiatrist. The pain comes and goes and it's getting in my way of walking. Friday night it felt well enough to go out for a walk, so I did. I planned on going just long enough until it hurt, but it held up well enough for me to do my usual route in full. I'm hoping it feels okay tomorrow morning to go out again. Today not so much. At first I thought the pain might be coming from a new neuroma in my foot, but it feels different this time. I'm hoping it's not some sort of arthritis or a joint issue (unless those are easy to diagnose and fix.) Now if I can get my foot problem licked, I can use the tv time to get outside and move my body around.
It really pisses me off how my body is all into betraying me. Slowly but surely, I'm falling apart. I've got very mild carpal tunnel syndrome in my wrists. Nothing too bad, thankfully. But for some reason, my left wrist flaired up worst than it has in probably three years. It was seriously painful. Tuesday and Wednesday were bad, bad, bad. Thursday was a little better until about lunch time, when the storm front that has been hovering over us finally broke apart. Once the storm was gone, it was like nothing had ever happened. My wrist was back to the way it was on Monday, which was normal. I'm becoming a human barometer. The joys that old age have waiting for me....
My big plans for the rest of the weekend aren't so big at all. I've got a pile of comics calling my name. Tomorrow night is a full night of tv. I LOVE MONEY REUNION, DAISY OF LOVE, AMAZING RACE finale and THE CELEBRETARD APPRENTICE finale. I'm so happy all of my shows are coming to an end in the next week or so. I know that a new batch of shows will pop up to replace them (CHARM SCHOOL 3 anyone?), but the thought of being able to break out of current tv routine I have going on makes me want to do a happy dance. Now if I can just get my foot issues licked, I can get outside and back to a regular schedule of walking and away from the tv.