Being sick sucks.
I remember wanting to be sick when I was a kid so I could stay home from school. But when I would get sick, I missed all my friends. But I never remembered that once I was better.
Who am I kidding? I still do that.
I called in sick, and The Boss let me, but I'm not sure he believes I'm sick. And I have to go in tomorrow, I have no choice there. But at least I can make sick on Sunday, and get some more rest.
Which I should probably do now. Except that I'm ravenously hungry.
*sigh*
Being sick sucks.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
It's So Lovely When Looking Out My Window
Ah, snow. How I detest you. . . .
Yeah, that's right. I'm not a snow lover. I never have been, never will be. The best snow I've ever seen is the inch-long patch that is rapidly disappearing on my sidewalk in full sunlight.
It was snowing so hard today when I left for work that I could barely see down the block. It took me over an hour to get to work. It normally takes me 20 minutes. Yeah, that was fun. But by the time I left, it was nice and sunny, even a little warm. And the roads were nice and clear. Except for those morons who think that wet roads=snowy roads just because there are snow piles on the side of the road. They should just stay home.
The worst part about the snow today: the freight shipment never arrived. It was supposed to be at The Store by about 8:30 or 9 AM today. It wasn't. The Managers called to see when they would come, they gave the ETA at 11:00. I don't know why we believed them. They still weren't there at 12, when we were all sent home after calling them and getting and ETA of 1:30-2. And of course, they didn't arrive then, either. These guys are terrible at ETA's. So they are supposed to be there at 7:30 AM. And this is when I hate my position and wish I was a peon and not responsible for being there first.
I did get permission to come at 8 instead. Blech. Not much better.
We'll see if they show up. Cross your fingers.
Oh, I do get to go to some hot springs on Thursday with some lovely ladies to just hang out, bitch, and bond. That makes me very happy.
Yeah, that's right. I'm not a snow lover. I never have been, never will be. The best snow I've ever seen is the inch-long patch that is rapidly disappearing on my sidewalk in full sunlight.
It was snowing so hard today when I left for work that I could barely see down the block. It took me over an hour to get to work. It normally takes me 20 minutes. Yeah, that was fun. But by the time I left, it was nice and sunny, even a little warm. And the roads were nice and clear. Except for those morons who think that wet roads=snowy roads just because there are snow piles on the side of the road. They should just stay home.
The worst part about the snow today: the freight shipment never arrived. It was supposed to be at The Store by about 8:30 or 9 AM today. It wasn't. The Managers called to see when they would come, they gave the ETA at 11:00. I don't know why we believed them. They still weren't there at 12, when we were all sent home after calling them and getting and ETA of 1:30-2. And of course, they didn't arrive then, either. These guys are terrible at ETA's. So they are supposed to be there at 7:30 AM. And this is when I hate my position and wish I was a peon and not responsible for being there first.
I did get permission to come at 8 instead. Blech. Not much better.
We'll see if they show up. Cross your fingers.
Oh, I do get to go to some hot springs on Thursday with some lovely ladies to just hang out, bitch, and bond. That makes me very happy.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Dr. Horrible is my new BFF
You know what else I want for Christmas? This. On DVD. Which apparently you can get. Who knew Doogie Howser could sing? Go. Watch. And buy (for me).
Saturday, November 22, 2008
BAH! HUMBUG!
I hate the holidays.
They are the reason I worked 13 hours today. 13. Yep, that's right, 13. WHY!?
Because along with the small but incredibly-time-consuming freight shipment that we usually get, we also got a massive amount of turkeys (and a bigger-than-normal produce shipment, but that isn't my department, just in my way. Oh, and the produce manager wasn't there when it came, so I got to move it all around while I tried to do my job, until it could be put away. GRRRR!!). But of course, they didn't come when everyone was there, willing to work their rears off. Nope, they had to come right when they all left. And we were already short people. We only had 4 people total to get everything done (2 checking things in in the back, 2 putting things out), with 1 having to leave at 4, the other at 4:30. And the girl who I gave a ride to this morning had to find another ride home, so she left at 4, too. So, I was alone from 4:30 until 10 PM. Thankfully I didn't have to check in all the frozen turkeys that came today, but I did have to figure out which ones weighed the closest to the turkey pre-orders and tape (Ha! Yeah right! Tape LOVES moisture!) them to the turkeys. Then I had to put them all in totes (black plastic boxes that held an average of 2 WHOLE TURKEYS!!!). Then those went in the fridge. Thankfully, for that, I had 3 other people helping. 2 25-pound turkeys in 1 box are not light. My back will be killing me tomorrow (Hey, massage-therapist friend! Want some practice?) Then I got to start checking in supplements left over from Thursday (about 7), the ones from UPS, and the ones from Fed-Ex. Checking in supplements involves opening boxes ranging from small to HUGE and taking out ALL little the pill bottles, arranging them by type on the desk, scanning them and checking against the invoice (once I find it and mark everything up properly) that the amount shipped and the suggested retail price is right. Most of the boxes where HUGE, and there was probably between 20 and 25 boxes to do. All by myself. I did train a girl, but I learned that if I work by myself, I get things done a lot faster. I'm easily distracted, you see, and she's very much fun to talk to. And I still didn't get them all done. I'm am NOT going in tomorrow. The freight manager had BETTER show up.
To top it off, I'm on my period. Cramps make everything better.
So, I'm exhausted, and really don't know why I'm posting this now. I really want to be in the bathtub, or falling asleep in a nice, snugly bed. But, I just knew you were all dying to know how my job is killing me.
By the way, this is the second time I've done this (staying after by myself), and the third time I've stayed really late to get things done. If I don't get employee of the freaking year, I will bomb the store.
I blame the turkeys.
They are the reason I worked 13 hours today. 13. Yep, that's right, 13. WHY!?
Because along with the small but incredibly-time-consuming freight shipment that we usually get, we also got a massive amount of turkeys (and a bigger-than-normal produce shipment, but that isn't my department, just in my way. Oh, and the produce manager wasn't there when it came, so I got to move it all around while I tried to do my job, until it could be put away. GRRRR!!). But of course, they didn't come when everyone was there, willing to work their rears off. Nope, they had to come right when they all left. And we were already short people. We only had 4 people total to get everything done (2 checking things in in the back, 2 putting things out), with 1 having to leave at 4, the other at 4:30. And the girl who I gave a ride to this morning had to find another ride home, so she left at 4, too. So, I was alone from 4:30 until 10 PM. Thankfully I didn't have to check in all the frozen turkeys that came today, but I did have to figure out which ones weighed the closest to the turkey pre-orders and tape (Ha! Yeah right! Tape LOVES moisture!) them to the turkeys. Then I had to put them all in totes (black plastic boxes that held an average of 2 WHOLE TURKEYS!!!). Then those went in the fridge. Thankfully, for that, I had 3 other people helping. 2 25-pound turkeys in 1 box are not light. My back will be killing me tomorrow (Hey, massage-therapist friend! Want some practice?) Then I got to start checking in supplements left over from Thursday (about 7), the ones from UPS, and the ones from Fed-Ex. Checking in supplements involves opening boxes ranging from small to HUGE and taking out ALL little the pill bottles, arranging them by type on the desk, scanning them and checking against the invoice (once I find it and mark everything up properly) that the amount shipped and the suggested retail price is right. Most of the boxes where HUGE, and there was probably between 20 and 25 boxes to do. All by myself. I did train a girl, but I learned that if I work by myself, I get things done a lot faster. I'm easily distracted, you see, and she's very much fun to talk to. And I still didn't get them all done. I'm am NOT going in tomorrow. The freight manager had BETTER show up.
To top it off, I'm on my period. Cramps make everything better.
So, I'm exhausted, and really don't know why I'm posting this now. I really want to be in the bathtub, or falling asleep in a nice, snugly bed. But, I just knew you were all dying to know how my job is killing me.
By the way, this is the second time I've done this (staying after by myself), and the third time I've stayed really late to get things done. If I don't get employee of the freaking year, I will bomb the store.
I blame the turkeys.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Medical School is Now in Session
So, The Man has an ulcer, for all you out there who didn't know that already. A bleeding one at that. Fun times for all. He went to the doctor a while ago though, and was given Prevacid. Now, I'm not a big fan of prescription meds, as my job and desire to be a Master Herbalist will attest. I believe, very very strongly, that Heavenly Father put everything we need to heal ourselves on this earth; that there is no need for us to try to find chemical versions of these natural medicines. Especially since the drug companies insist on charging us so much money for the chemical versions. But then, so do the supplement companies that sell the natural versions. BUT, if it comes down to it, I'm sending my family to the doctor. Because those chemicals DO work, I just don't like them.
Anyway, the Prevacid is helping. So is the cayenne, fennugreek, and marshmallow root. And the apple cider vinegar did wonders for his pain, when it would flare up. And apparently it worked really well, because, even though it apparently tasted disgusting, he kept taking it when the ulcer would hurt. Twice a day for about 4 days. He hasn't had to take it at all in a couple of days. Yay! Oh, and apparently, though he hasn't tried this yet, aloe vera juice will heal it too. But why mess with what's working, right? Also, apparently I like the word apparently. Apparently a lot.
As for me, well, the middle toe on my left foot hurts, for no apparent reason, and has for 3 weeks now. Ever since I started my new position. It hurts to walk, stand, run, sit, sleep, everything. It really sucks. And I have to get up at 5:30 AM TWICE next month, because the store manager is a sadist and insists on having the employee meetings and manager meetings at 7 AM. Not too bad a time, if you live a few minutes away, but when you live half an hour away, and it takes you an hour just to get showered, dressed, and eat, well, then you know The Manager hates you. *sigh* Why did I want this job again?
Anyway, the Prevacid is helping. So is the cayenne, fennugreek, and marshmallow root. And the apple cider vinegar did wonders for his pain, when it would flare up. And apparently it worked really well, because, even though it apparently tasted disgusting, he kept taking it when the ulcer would hurt. Twice a day for about 4 days. He hasn't had to take it at all in a couple of days. Yay! Oh, and apparently, though he hasn't tried this yet, aloe vera juice will heal it too. But why mess with what's working, right? Also, apparently I like the word apparently. Apparently a lot.
As for me, well, the middle toe on my left foot hurts, for no apparent reason, and has for 3 weeks now. Ever since I started my new position. It hurts to walk, stand, run, sit, sleep, everything. It really sucks. And I have to get up at 5:30 AM TWICE next month, because the store manager is a sadist and insists on having the employee meetings and manager meetings at 7 AM. Not too bad a time, if you live a few minutes away, but when you live half an hour away, and it takes you an hour just to get showered, dressed, and eat, well, then you know The Manager hates you. *sigh* Why did I want this job again?
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