I haven't had a chance to do much of anything the last couple of days, internet-wise. It's days like those that make me realize what an addiction I have to the internet. I get annoyed because I don't have time to waste time doing nothing online. Crazy, I know, but true.
Anyway, the saga of the toxic air didn't end with my last post about it. Things continued on Wednesday. Actually, Wednesday was a pretty good day, for the most part. I got to work and the air was fine. The rest of the hair spray managed to work it's way out of my work space and all was fine. All was fine until 3 o'clock. That's when I got a huge whiff of perfume. Not just a little spritz, but quite a bit. Un-fucking-real. This time the stuff didn't effect just me, but one of my friends who sits nearby, but not as close as I do. Her nose started running and her throat closed up a little. I was really getting hot under the collar. I didn't do anything about it right away. I wanted to first of all see if this stuff was going to send me into reaction. I'm not allergic to all scents, luckily. About 40 minutes later my right eye was blood shot, my left eye was starting to turn and I was getting slight blotches above my cheeks. That's when I marched straight over to the Director's office. He's a real stand up guy and someone I'm quite happy is in charge of everything. He genuinely cares and listens to people. I went in and vented my frustrations to him. I wish I could say that this was the first time I've done this about this particular issue, but I did it about six months ago. I felt like an ass having to go to him over something so minor in the grand scheme of things, but I really didn't know what else to do. I explained how I sent an email to the people around me reminding them that I'm allergic, blah blah blah. He asked if I could send a copy of the email to him and he would then address the issue with the supervisors of the offensive cow-orker of mine. I'm now dreading Wednesday's unit meeting because this is going to be the top agenda item. I'll be sitting in a room with the offender when this is being brought up. Everyone knows it was me who had the reaction, so everyone knows this is being brought up because of me. I'm almost feeling guilty for bringing it up and I know that's insane for me to think. I just want things to be taken care of and settle back down to normal. Honestly, the thing that I hate most about all of this is FrankenKlinger has used this as an open invitation to talk to me about it and other things. Suddenly she no longer hates me and wants to be my best friend. During the meeting she's going to have a lot of "input" which has nothing to do with anything. Joy. Oh, and I forgot to mention that I snapped at her on Thursday. I was near my desk doing some work when she came in and walked by me. She said that I looked better today and I kind of lost it on her because I was already feeling itchy from the prior day's attack and just used her as an excuse to unload. I actually felt bad after the fact, but decided apologizing to her would just open an even bigger door for her to come in and be my BFF.
Today was a toxin-free air day and it felt nice.
Thursday night I stayed a little late and work and was anxious to get home and play online for a little bit before Survivor came on. That didn't happen, though, because I walked in to find company sitting on the couch.
I keep mentioning all the overtime I've been working. However, I don't recall if I have mentioned that I felt I was about to hit a brick wall in regards to all the extra hours I've been putting in. I have been pulling my sorry ass out of bed a couple hours earlier than usual for the last few months and it's finally catching up with me. On Tuesday night I felt like crap. I was dragging and just wanted to collapse. My brain hurt just to think. I got up at my normal time and didn't go into work until 8:30. It felt great, but it felt off. I felt like I walked into work already hours behind. I had to go and look up when the last time I actually went in at 8:30 was and I was pretty shocked to find it was at the end of October. I would have guessed it was the end of December. I'm thinking about cutting back for the time being, just so I don't burn myself out too badly. I love that I have the o.t. available to me and I'm enjoying taking advanatage of it, but when that's all I'm doing....
2.27.2009
2.24.2009
Tuesday
The titles of these posts are getting really original and revealing, huh?
So thanks to everyone who piped in on the hairspray incident at work yesterday. In this particular circumstance, taking it all the way up to Human Resources didn't seem appropriate. I was pretty sure the incident was just a cow-orker being a clueless dolt. If this was something that was done on purpose, I'd have no problem taking it straight to the top. There's one person I sit around who would do something like this on purpose and I know it wasn't her (this time.) I was mostly fine the first hour of work today before I started reacting to the hairspray that was still lingering. We have terrible circulation in my office, even though the building management will argue I'm wrong to it's last breath. After about an hour of itching, I decided to just send an email around to the people who sit in my vicinity saying that most are aware I have allergies to perfumes and hair sprays and that I've been having a reaction to something that was sprayed yesterday. I asked that if someone needs to spritz, could they kindly take it to the rest room to prevent future discomfort. About an hour after I sent my email, the guilty culprit, who was still completely cluess, gave me something that was sort of, kind of, almost but not quite an apology. She said she knew it wasn't her because she always uses the rest room. Always. But sometimes she'll find a strand that's out of place and give it a quick spritz at her desk, even though she never does it at her desk, blah blah blah. And then she thanked me for sending the email around. All I care about is everyone is back to being informed and I'll probably have a good three or four months before someone does it again. And yes, we have rules against such things, but I work with animals who really don't care.
In other work news, we had a unit meeting today and I tend not to speak up at these. But something got into me today. Something very unlike me. At the end of the meeting is a go-around where everyone has a chance to say or ask or bring up something they see fit to. Usually when it's my turn, all I say is that Alison looks very pretty today and then it's on to the next person. But Alison was out today, so instead I said that since Alison was absent and I couldn't tell her exactly how pretty she is, I have an actual issue to bring up. And then I went off for about five minutes how annoyed and irritated I am at one of the clerks who has made a fine art out of taking a simple, hour long job of sorting and delivering mail into a two and a half day ordeal. I told Linda, his supervisor, that my opinion is that she needs to sit him down and talk to him. I said to her that I understand doing work gets in the way of him standing around doing nothing for hours at a time, but enough is enough. I really don't know what got into me. I don't like to rock the boat, but here I am giving it my best to tip the boat over. I know nothing will come of this, but it made me feel good to get it off my chest. And I had two different people come up to me after the meeting telling me that (a) they couldn't believe that came out of me and (b) they were proud of me for doing it and I need to do it more often. And both these people I respect.
So thanks to everyone who piped in on the hairspray incident at work yesterday. In this particular circumstance, taking it all the way up to Human Resources didn't seem appropriate. I was pretty sure the incident was just a cow-orker being a clueless dolt. If this was something that was done on purpose, I'd have no problem taking it straight to the top. There's one person I sit around who would do something like this on purpose and I know it wasn't her (this time.) I was mostly fine the first hour of work today before I started reacting to the hairspray that was still lingering. We have terrible circulation in my office, even though the building management will argue I'm wrong to it's last breath. After about an hour of itching, I decided to just send an email around to the people who sit in my vicinity saying that most are aware I have allergies to perfumes and hair sprays and that I've been having a reaction to something that was sprayed yesterday. I asked that if someone needs to spritz, could they kindly take it to the rest room to prevent future discomfort. About an hour after I sent my email, the guilty culprit, who was still completely cluess, gave me something that was sort of, kind of, almost but not quite an apology. She said she knew it wasn't her because she always uses the rest room. Always. But sometimes she'll find a strand that's out of place and give it a quick spritz at her desk, even though she never does it at her desk, blah blah blah. And then she thanked me for sending the email around. All I care about is everyone is back to being informed and I'll probably have a good three or four months before someone does it again. And yes, we have rules against such things, but I work with animals who really don't care.
In other work news, we had a unit meeting today and I tend not to speak up at these. But something got into me today. Something very unlike me. At the end of the meeting is a go-around where everyone has a chance to say or ask or bring up something they see fit to. Usually when it's my turn, all I say is that Alison looks very pretty today and then it's on to the next person. But Alison was out today, so instead I said that since Alison was absent and I couldn't tell her exactly how pretty she is, I have an actual issue to bring up. And then I went off for about five minutes how annoyed and irritated I am at one of the clerks who has made a fine art out of taking a simple, hour long job of sorting and delivering mail into a two and a half day ordeal. I told Linda, his supervisor, that my opinion is that she needs to sit him down and talk to him. I said to her that I understand doing work gets in the way of him standing around doing nothing for hours at a time, but enough is enough. I really don't know what got into me. I don't like to rock the boat, but here I am giving it my best to tip the boat over. I know nothing will come of this, but it made me feel good to get it off my chest. And I had two different people come up to me after the meeting telling me that (a) they couldn't believe that came out of me and (b) they were proud of me for doing it and I need to do it more often. And both these people I respect.
2.23.2009
Monday
I'm sitting here beating myself up. I've been a gluttonous pig and I don't know why. Today was the day I was supposed to get my bad self back under control, stay away from the shit and refocus. But it didn't quite happen. First of all, with my willpower pretty low, I passed by a bowl full of Hershey's mini chocolate eggs. I grabbed a few. They weren't very good at all, yet I ate a few. And then I had a couple more. Okay, not really a big deal in the grand scheme of things, but I know better than to get all hopped up on sugar first thing in the morning. I had a sensible lunch (big ass salad, apple and popcorn) and it filled me up. So, not being very hungry for dinner, what do I grab? A left over biscuit from last night's dinner and a big ass brownie. Now, I wasn't even hungry, but having the brownies in the house pretty much negates any willpower I might have. Again, it teaches me that I can't be trusted to have shit in the house. This morning I was up 2 pounds from yesterday. That's a result of the ice cream from Saturday night. I'm scared for tomorrow morning because I'll see the results of the brownies and pudding I had last night. I need to refocus tomorrow. After all, I can't be as big as a house for my next date with Sean (on Thursday). He'll dump me quicker than you can say "fat ass."
Can I talk about inconsiderate people for a moment? Yeah, this is about work, where I work with nothing but people who are nothing but self-involved that they don't think of the effect their actions might have on others. I sit near a supervisor who decided that her hair wasn't doing what it was supposed to do today. So, at her desk, she emptied a bottle of cheap smelling hairspray onto her head. While normally I wouldn't give a crap, the cheap stuff she used was floral based and I had an immediate allergic reaction to it. My eyes became all glassy, my head started throbbing and my skin started turning red. And I got to sit there and breathe it in all day. I left work three hours ago and my right eye is still itchy and dry, but the headache is nearly gone and I only have a couple of red blotches on my cheeks. Is it asking too much to wish she would have gone into the restroom to do her hair up? Am I out of line for wishing that?
Can I talk about inconsiderate people for a moment? Yeah, this is about work, where I work with nothing but people who are nothing but self-involved that they don't think of the effect their actions might have on others. I sit near a supervisor who decided that her hair wasn't doing what it was supposed to do today. So, at her desk, she emptied a bottle of cheap smelling hairspray onto her head. While normally I wouldn't give a crap, the cheap stuff she used was floral based and I had an immediate allergic reaction to it. My eyes became all glassy, my head started throbbing and my skin started turning red. And I got to sit there and breathe it in all day. I left work three hours ago and my right eye is still itchy and dry, but the headache is nearly gone and I only have a couple of red blotches on my cheeks. Is it asking too much to wish she would have gone into the restroom to do her hair up? Am I out of line for wishing that?
2.22.2009
Sunday
It's Sunday night and I just finished dinner. I'm stuffed. I made a chicken, sweet potatoes, peas and dinner rolls. I tried not to overdo it, but I'm sitting here contemplating passing out. The sweet potatoes I bought were HUGE and I think that's part of my problem, because I ate the whole damn thing. And to make matters worse, I overdid it with dessert. I made a brownie/chocolate pudding sundae. I made up a thing of Trader Joe's brownies this morning and I wanted one, but I also wanted pudding, so I had both. Thank god I had a positive weigh in this morning because I'm going to be fighting the rest of the week to keep things in check. Actually, today's weigh in was a milestone. It's the first time I had three consecutive weeks where I weighed in in the 180s. This week and last were both 189, but the week before was 188. I was surprised as hell today considering I got a pint of ice cream last night and devoured more than half the calories I'm supposed to eat in a day in a matter of minutes.
I know it's Oscar night, but I really don't care. I have the Amazing Race and the finale of Confessions of a Teen Idol. Rock of Love 3 isn't on tonight, which is fine.
As for tasks I hoped to accomplish this weekend (okay, there was just one), I managed to dig out my Secret Society of Super-Villains from the bedroom closet and I got 4 issues in before I took an afternoon nap. I hoped to read all 15 issues, but it didn't happen. I'm giving myself the rest of the week to finish them up. They're just as cheesily bad as I remember them, and by that I mean they're AWESOME!
I know it's Oscar night, but I really don't care. I have the Amazing Race and the finale of Confessions of a Teen Idol. Rock of Love 3 isn't on tonight, which is fine.
As for tasks I hoped to accomplish this weekend (okay, there was just one), I managed to dig out my Secret Society of Super-Villains from the bedroom closet and I got 4 issues in before I took an afternoon nap. I hoped to read all 15 issues, but it didn't happen. I'm giving myself the rest of the week to finish them up. They're just as cheesily bad as I remember them, and by that I mean they're AWESOME!
Sexy People
2.20.2009
Friday Night
I don't know why I'm still awake and playing on the computer. It's been a long day. It felt longer than usual. Fridays, for the most part, fly for me. At work, a lot of people are either off on Fridays or have a half day on Fridays and the office gets quiet around lunchtime. When it's quiet, it's easy to hunker down and get as much done with limited interruption. For some reason, though, today dragged. And dragged. And dragged. By lunch, I was ready to fall asleep. Not good. Not good at all. That just made the afternoon drag even slower. I suppose I was due, though. This whole week flew by in the blink of an eye.
Although he's been quiet lately, the Conspiracy Theorist that I sit next to was actually on fire today. It's like he saved up all of his insane ramblings and they just erupted today. Since it's been a while, I purposefully listened in on his rants for just a little bit until I couldn't tak any more of it. One of his rants had to do with the goings on in Austin, TX. Naturally I emailed the only man I've ever truly loved to fill him in. In return, I got the true story upon which the rantings were based. It is good to know that some of his theories are based in reality. Now, is anyone out there from Oklahoma City because I got an earful about the goings on there, too.
I'm not one to listen to movie (or television) scores, but tonight I've been listening to the score from the show TORCHWOOD and I'm really, really getting into it. I don't know if it's just my mood or what, but I'm finding it really relaxing and enjoyable. I think it's better than the current DOCTOR WHO score (Series 4).
I'm so happy it's the weekend. I have no real plans and that makes me happy. I'm sure we'll probably go out to lunch tomorrow to make up for us not going out to dinner tonight. Ken called a little after lunch to tell me he wasn't feeling good at all. Sounds like he got what I had two Fridays ago when I went home early from work. A stomach thing has been going around. He came home, crashed on the couch for a couple of hours and now is feeling better. It's rare that we miss a Friday night out to dinner, though I wasn't bothered by it at all this week. I wasn't really all that hungry when work was done today, so it's probably for the best.
If I can find the energy to move comic boxes tomorrow, I'm going to dig out my run of Secret Society of Super-Villains and re-read it. Sean has inspired me. I kind of wish this was available in trade paperback format, though, because that would be easier to dig out.
2.18.2009
Walt Needs....
I stole this from the ever adorable Kevin:
Google your name and the word "needs" in quotes ("Walt needs") and see what you get.
List the first 7 entries.
1) Walt needs a slumpbuster.
2) Walt needs us.
3) Walt needs a Memorial.
4) Walt needs to see this.
5) Walt needs your help now.
6) Walt needs some Euro flavor.
7) Walt needs to abandon naive 'coincidence theories' and realize that certain long-term policy trends -- those which extend over multiple administrations -- are very carefully planned behind the scenes by very powerful players.
Google your name and the word "needs" in quotes ("Walt needs") and see what you get.
List the first 7 entries.
1) Walt needs a slumpbuster.
2) Walt needs us.
3) Walt needs a Memorial.
4) Walt needs to see this.
5) Walt needs your help now.
6) Walt needs some Euro flavor.
7) Walt needs to abandon naive 'coincidence theories' and realize that certain long-term policy trends -- those which extend over multiple administrations -- are very carefully planned behind the scenes by very powerful players.
Dear Aretha,
Dear 1960's super fierce Atlantic Records Aretha Franklin,Thank you for being my constant companion this week. I've really had a good time hanging out with you. However, the 2000's super fat Hat
Wearing Aretha Franklin has been inside me forcing me to do bad things like eat chocolate chip muffins, Kit Kats, Reese's Pieces, mini Mr. Goodbars and other things I'm supposed to be avoiding. Can you talk to her about maybe chilling out a bit?Love,
Walt
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