Random Thoughts

But I try to quit work about every two weeks. Today was hard. I've been working on a huge project and today I realized two things. 1. I've been going overboard. Did not need to do as much as I had been doing. 2. Someone went in and changed a bunch of things much easier, but in the WRONG spot. It will be fixed tonight, but I just refused to even look at that damn spreadsheet again after that. I tried on the shirt again this morning. I'm happier with it today. I may even wear it out of the house on Friday. =) We'll see. I miss Eileen, she is sick and I hope that she gets better soon. Last night, Derek told me that he thinks piercings are stupid. "Why would anyone even want to have a metal ring in their ear?" I retorted back with "I don't have a metal ring in my tongue", and he said..fine, barbell, whatever. I managed to prevent myself from telling him that I thought HE was stupid then, instead I told him..well, that's fine. That's because y...

Last night was the third night in a row in which my traitorous mind and body had to wake me up either..a. way earlier than I needed and not be able to get back to sleep, or b. wake me up in the middle of the night and not be able to fall asleep for hours. I'm so exhausted, I feel dumb. It's almost like the feeling I would get when I would stay up all night to hang out, and then have to be up with my kid. That almost tingly feeling in my skin. I've gotten about 6 hours of sleep the past 3 nights, averaged out. Normal people would be fine, but I've always been one who can't get away with 6 hours in one day, let alone 6 for 3 days. I can't type, I can't talk. Add all that to the antihistamine I took because my skin was so itchy this morning, and I'm batting a hundred. Totally dumb in the head, but whatever. It's only Friday so what do I care? I've already gotten my taxes done today and I am heading off to see Tammy later. She and I have some plannin...

I've become VERY pre-occupied with wondering what people think of me. I know, this is not something new. I've always been worried what people think of me. But it's a different kind of worry all of the sudden. I've become intensely aware of the way I sound, the way I act when I'm having a bad day. Now I wonder if people think I'm mean or stuck up? I know for a fact that Jesse thought I was stuck up in high school. I was just terrified, but even then I knew that you just pretended like you knew what you were doing, and made friends with as many people as possible. Apparently, Jesse never crossed my radar as someone to be friends with for at least a couple of years. I think we even went to the same middle school and I have no memory of him. Instead of recognizing a fellow dork, geek, nerd, any other number of names people could have called me, he thought I was too stuck up. When he told me that, I was flabbergasted. I didn't MEAN to come across that way. Now w...

I may be wrong, but I like to think that I have a pretty good disposition. That I can find something funny in everything. So why is it that when I have a bad day, it often stretches into a bad week? Is it because my attitude gets progressively worse? Is it because that first day ruined my (somewhat) cheery disposition? I don't even know why. But yesterday was the SUCKIEST day ever. Check run, so things went fast, as usual. That's not the problem. The consignments that I weren't told about? They sucked. I fixed one after another Wednesday. I did everything like I always do, so most of it wasn't my fault. Then I realized that I missed a couple of invoices. One whole folder in my consignment stuff. What I don't understand is that it looks like I processed it. I wrote the right amount down, I was SURE I made copies. But they are gone. Not on my desk at all. These aren't consignments that get paid every time, so I guess it would be easy not to think about it. And it ...

Last week the temperature inside the bookstore was about 110. Not really. I'm exaggerating, as I am prone to do. But it was hot enough to make me stupid. I couldn't think at all. I definitely had "the dumb" going on. Most of last week. Today, I am tired, but at least it's my own fault. Kind of. I just haven't been sleeping well at all. This week so far, the temperature must be around 50 something. (again, I'm probably exaggerating, but I have GOOSEBUMPS) (OMGZ! You guys! Our coffee bar girl has a box on her desk of some product. The outside says that it's "Justin's Nut Butter". HAHAHAHA) I could die. I slammed my finger in the stapler. It hurts me now. I think I should have a bruise soon. Right under the fingernail. In the NEW stapler. It hasn't even lived on my desk for 2 full days, and I've already harmed myself. We got three new staplers on Friday and it was almost like Christmas. The big heavy duty one? Is teh awesome! (I cha...

This post is brought to you by the Drunken Des. Why are bar bathrooms so small? I mean...why do they want the drunken people to contort to wipe? Wiping is sanitary, so I don't really understand. I'll probably be sore tomorrow from the contortionist positions. (She's built like a candy store, and lord I've had too much!) Cherry Poppin' Daddies are pretty much the best. Just so you know. I can't even fucking type right now. I still want to lobby for bigger bathrooms in bars. I mean, if people are gonna throw up, and I assume they are, why wouldn't the bathrooms be bigger? Still, me and Heather got to 2nd on Music Trivia. We both got loud and it was awesome. My bartender was named Desiree. Can you believe that shit? Neither can I. (I tasted the cool whip, and produced her my whipped cream) I love the Daddie's while drunk. (That man talks down to you, and you talk down to me to now) I'm so glad that I actually censor you from my inability to type. Heathe...

I'm just literally dazed and confused today. We had our housing inspection today, and so we spent much of the weekend cleaning. I was up until a little after midnight making sure our blankets were washed and that everything looked neat and tidy, if not outright clean. I could have dusted the entertainment center, and put away my random burned CDs that I haven't had time to. I'm running out of cases for them! =( What I didn't think about at all was the stove. Now we have to clean the stove. =( Which is fine, really. The stove has to be cleaned, something else as well, and the landlord has to secure the fence. Which has been a bit wobbly since being blown over by the wind last spring. (I think it was last spring. I don't even know anymore) Actually, come to think of it, I think it was the same last year, and wobbly, and they didn't say crap. Well, this year they want her to fix it. I'm dreading it. I mean, HURRAY for the fence being fixed, but every time she i...