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I need this week to be over
Sep. 2nd, 2004 07:44 pmYesterday, bad mood hangover aside, was okay.
Today, I actually woke up in a good mood. I was so happy! Yay! Happy me! Cheery and having a good day at work and feeling the groove.
Then 11 happens and I feel a bit twitch-ish in my tum. Whatever. No big. I go to lunch, still cheery, and eat about half as suddenly food repulses me. Okay, not normal, but, again, whatever.
Go back to grade. Suddenly there is an all out stomach rebellion: cramps of the sick variety, unpleasantness all around.
Think I'm going to be sick.
Go to bathroom (which, I might add, involves leaving through three separate doors, of which you can not open one until the one behind you has closed. Security reasons, but not so good if you are feeling like crap.
Don't get sick.
Go back to grading.
Repeat sprint to the bathroom (getting stuck this time in the doors - aka mantraps - as someone is coming in as I am leaving). Nada.
Go back to work. Sit at desk and realize that stomach is not feeling better, I am not going to finish my lunch and the smells of other food in the lab are making me even queasier.
Talk to team leader, go home, get subway right as it arrives (Woo!) get stuck on subway right before my stop (Boo!) get home and do not get sick, again.
Sleep. Dream about![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sallyanne writing a Spike/Illyria/Wes/David Duchovney fic where they live in my house with my mom. Weird.
Wake up. Tum still feels like crap. Do not want to call in tomorrow as I don't want to use my sick hours. Damn it.
Don't want to have a virus! Don't want to be in bed all day tomorrow, especially since there is a three day weekend this weekend.
Wondering if I have mild food poisoning, which would explain the yuck talking it's dear, sweet time to do whatever it's going to do.
To sum up: want this fucking week to end!!!!!
BUT
In cheerier news, I have realized that I have been at GIA for six months now, and I still really like my job (even though it gets boring) and the people. And I am getting a raise which should already be in effect, though I don't actually know how much it is, yet (though it'll probably be marginal. So what? Money is money).
THE POINT, though, is that in my last job I had already started, enjoyed it, have it slowly suck away my soul and my self confidence, found a new job and quit.
It's nice to know that there are actually good jobs out there and hopefully Dina has contracted a serious bout of herpes. Or gotten fired. That'd be cool, too.
Today, I actually woke up in a good mood. I was so happy! Yay! Happy me! Cheery and having a good day at work and feeling the groove.
Then 11 happens and I feel a bit twitch-ish in my tum. Whatever. No big. I go to lunch, still cheery, and eat about half as suddenly food repulses me. Okay, not normal, but, again, whatever.
Go back to grade. Suddenly there is an all out stomach rebellion: cramps of the sick variety, unpleasantness all around.
Think I'm going to be sick.
Go to bathroom (which, I might add, involves leaving through three separate doors, of which you can not open one until the one behind you has closed. Security reasons, but not so good if you are feeling like crap.
Don't get sick.
Go back to grading.
Repeat sprint to the bathroom (getting stuck this time in the doors - aka mantraps - as someone is coming in as I am leaving). Nada.
Go back to work. Sit at desk and realize that stomach is not feeling better, I am not going to finish my lunch and the smells of other food in the lab are making me even queasier.
Talk to team leader, go home, get subway right as it arrives (Woo!) get stuck on subway right before my stop (Boo!) get home and do not get sick, again.
Sleep. Dream about
sallyanne writing a Spike/Illyria/Wes/David Duchovney fic where they live in my house with my mom. Weird.Wake up. Tum still feels like crap. Do not want to call in tomorrow as I don't want to use my sick hours. Damn it.
Don't want to have a virus! Don't want to be in bed all day tomorrow, especially since there is a three day weekend this weekend.
Wondering if I have mild food poisoning, which would explain the yuck talking it's dear, sweet time to do whatever it's going to do.
To sum up: want this fucking week to end!!!!!
BUT
In cheerier news, I have realized that I have been at GIA for six months now, and I still really like my job (even though it gets boring) and the people. And I am getting a raise which should already be in effect, though I don't actually know how much it is, yet (though it'll probably be marginal. So what? Money is money).
THE POINT, though, is that in my last job I had already started, enjoyed it, have it slowly suck away my soul and my self confidence, found a new job and quit.
It's nice to know that there are actually good jobs out there and hopefully Dina has contracted a serious bout of herpes. Or gotten fired. That'd be cool, too.
