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This is gonna be very long and full of bitching, isn't it...
My morning started off with a brilliant flash of idiocy, as I realised I had put all of my jeans and my only work-appropriate hoodie into the washer last night... And never gotten them into the dryer. T-minus slightly less than one hour until I have to leave the house, I'm already pissy and blaming the roommate for falling asleep on me and making me forget to do it, in that catlike fashion of hers.
So the laundry gets shifted over, and I know full well it isn't going to be done in time for me to wear anything out of it, so I spend the next hour spazzing out. Unable to find my warm sweater, for still-undiscovered reasons, I settle for the chenille one that makes me sneeze because it sheds, but at least it's warm. I manage to find a pair of reasonably comfortable jeans that are a.) long enough and b.) have no holes in them. Of course, this is the pair with only two functional belt loops, because whoever designed them had an idiot moment and sewed smack dab across the center of the other three, rendering them useless.
God knows what the point of that was, aside from to frustrate me.
I'm out the door no less than five minutes late, toasted waffles in hand and warm, though I realise I have no pocket to stuff the baggie of waffle into for the purposes of hand warming. Nor anywhere to put my iPod. So I juggle things and stuff a waffle into my face between here and the bus stop (less than a five minute walk, there,)and I'm thinking I'm good to go.
Made it to the stop with perfect timing, and I'm on the bus and things are great, and I'm surfing through the music on my iPod. A couple of false starts, and I come upon something that makes my day so much better... "Shiver My Timbers" from Muppet Treasure Island.
Ohhhh yes. Pirate music. &hearts &hearts &hearts
So that makes my morning better for a while.. That song, on repeat for a bit, and then placed at the beginning of a PotC playlist including the first two movie soundtracks. Until, of course, I have to leave the music behind and actually get some work done.
By this time I have also discovered that my hair is an utter mess, I look like a bloody mad scientist by the time I'm done *trying* to make it behave, and I'm... not *quite* running late to get out there and open up.
So as I'm opening up, our supplier shows up with *eighteen* totes (plus some loose boxes of chex mix bags) full of merchandise, all of which needs to be counted, double-checked, and put out where necessary. Nine in the morning, guys. After an hour commute just to get there, and on only a waffle and a half for breakfast. (By the time I got to the second half of the second waffle, it had become soggy and unappetizing. Sadness.)
I got the soda machine going and had caffeine in short order. Thought I was doing pretty good, despite being overtired and slightly dizzy, until my coworker came in and had to do half the job I was supposed to do as part of opening, because I had gotten distracted by the damned totes, and never finished it.
By this point, I am not only slightly dizzy and feel like my eyes are going to pop out of my head when they go unfocused randomly on me, but I'm also beginning to feel queasy. I run to the back to grab painkillers for the headache that's threatening as well.
Fifteen minutes more, and the smell of the candy and gum I'm stocking is making me want to hurl, which would be a waste of the precious pain medications I just took.
Near twenty minutes in the bathroom, and I am neither throwing up nor feeling any better. It is at this point in time that I discover I am physically incapable of making myself throw up, even for the sake of making my stomach feel better so I can get on with my day.
So I relegate myself to feeling sick for the rest of the day, and get back to work.
Main highlights of my day? Pirate music! Huzzah! + Weirding out a girl who quoted Ferngully at her companion as they were leaving, by squeeing and high-fiving her. ("Are you sure?" "Yes." "Positive?" "Only fools are positive." Me: "Zomg that wuz so awesum. J00 made my day! High five!" Her: "o.o;; Oookay then...") + The yummynummy quesadilla I had for lunch courtesy of the sweet manager at the wraps joint next door, who also gave me hugz. &hearts! + The few very pretty/cute/smexy people I had the chance to ogle throughout my day, when I was actually paying attention anyways. + And last but not least, the cute little doodles I managed to do in my little notebook, entirely in pen. <3
I finally got to sleep on the bus ride home. Most of it.
So, as it is getting late and I want to have more sleep for tomorrow, I am going to head for the kitchen for a brief snack, and then to bed. Love you all, remember that comments = luff!, and I will see you next time. Same bat time, same bat channel! This is me, signing off! How many more bad pop culture references can I add here?
Th-th-that's all, folks~!
This is gonna be very long and full of bitching, isn't it...
My morning started off with a brilliant flash of idiocy, as I realised I had put all of my jeans and my only work-appropriate hoodie into the washer last night... And never gotten them into the dryer. T-minus slightly less than one hour until I have to leave the house, I'm already pissy and blaming the roommate for falling asleep on me and making me forget to do it, in that catlike fashion of hers.
So the laundry gets shifted over, and I know full well it isn't going to be done in time for me to wear anything out of it, so I spend the next hour spazzing out. Unable to find my warm sweater, for still-undiscovered reasons, I settle for the chenille one that makes me sneeze because it sheds, but at least it's warm. I manage to find a pair of reasonably comfortable jeans that are a.) long enough and b.) have no holes in them. Of course, this is the pair with only two functional belt loops, because whoever designed them had an idiot moment and sewed smack dab across the center of the other three, rendering them useless.
God knows what the point of that was, aside from to frustrate me.
I'm out the door no less than five minutes late, toasted waffles in hand and warm, though I realise I have no pocket to stuff the baggie of waffle into for the purposes of hand warming. Nor anywhere to put my iPod. So I juggle things and stuff a waffle into my face between here and the bus stop (less than a five minute walk, there,)and I'm thinking I'm good to go.
Made it to the stop with perfect timing, and I'm on the bus and things are great, and I'm surfing through the music on my iPod. A couple of false starts, and I come upon something that makes my day so much better... "Shiver My Timbers" from Muppet Treasure Island.
Ohhhh yes. Pirate music. &hearts &hearts &hearts
So that makes my morning better for a while.. That song, on repeat for a bit, and then placed at the beginning of a PotC playlist including the first two movie soundtracks. Until, of course, I have to leave the music behind and actually get some work done.
By this time I have also discovered that my hair is an utter mess, I look like a bloody mad scientist by the time I'm done *trying* to make it behave, and I'm... not *quite* running late to get out there and open up.
So as I'm opening up, our supplier shows up with *eighteen* totes (plus some loose boxes of chex mix bags) full of merchandise, all of which needs to be counted, double-checked, and put out where necessary. Nine in the morning, guys. After an hour commute just to get there, and on only a waffle and a half for breakfast. (By the time I got to the second half of the second waffle, it had become soggy and unappetizing. Sadness.)
I got the soda machine going and had caffeine in short order. Thought I was doing pretty good, despite being overtired and slightly dizzy, until my coworker came in and had to do half the job I was supposed to do as part of opening, because I had gotten distracted by the damned totes, and never finished it.
By this point, I am not only slightly dizzy and feel like my eyes are going to pop out of my head when they go unfocused randomly on me, but I'm also beginning to feel queasy. I run to the back to grab painkillers for the headache that's threatening as well.
Fifteen minutes more, and the smell of the candy and gum I'm stocking is making me want to hurl, which would be a waste of the precious pain medications I just took.
Near twenty minutes in the bathroom, and I am neither throwing up nor feeling any better. It is at this point in time that I discover I am physically incapable of making myself throw up, even for the sake of making my stomach feel better so I can get on with my day.
So I relegate myself to feeling sick for the rest of the day, and get back to work.
Main highlights of my day? Pirate music! Huzzah! + Weirding out a girl who quoted Ferngully at her companion as they were leaving, by squeeing and high-fiving her. ("Are you sure?" "Yes." "Positive?" "Only fools are positive." Me: "Zomg that wuz so awesum. J00 made my day! High five!" Her: "o.o;; Oookay then...") + The yummynummy quesadilla I had for lunch courtesy of the sweet manager at the wraps joint next door, who also gave me hugz. &hearts! + The few very pretty/cute/smexy people I had the chance to ogle throughout my day, when I was actually paying attention anyways. + And last but not least, the cute little doodles I managed to do in my little notebook, entirely in pen. <3
I finally got to sleep on the bus ride home. Most of it.
So, as it is getting late and I want to have more sleep for tomorrow, I am going to head for the kitchen for a brief snack, and then to bed. Love you all, remember that comments = luff!, and I will see you next time. Same bat time, same bat channel! This is me, signing off! How many more bad pop culture references can I add here?
Th-th-that's all, folks~!
