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grow up.
Here's a bit of info people...the
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stupid like that. I write it because I need to write and express
myself and get things out of my head sometimes. So read or don't, it
doesn't matter, but don't waste my time (or yours) bitching about
it.
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Friday, January 12, 2007
Greetings From The Temp Job So it's 3:20pm here in Sunny Florida. I'm sitting at the temp job typing up this entry. Made it in here for the afternoon shift. Just made more sense. Gave me much more time to rest this morning, and still gave me 4.5 hours of work. I've been here for 2.5 hours so far and I'm hanging in there. Not entirely well, mind, but hanging nonetheless. I'm just finding it's much harder to sit here at the office then it is to sit on my couch. You'd think that there wouldn't be much in the way of difference, but truly, there is. I'm exhausted and the whole process is much more draining here. Between getting up and getting ready, getting in here and putting on the public interaction face and knowing I can't just give up the couch and go take a nap whenever I want is more physically taxing then it might appear on paper. I've spent much of this week in various states of sleeping or mindless vegging on the couch in my pj's. Being fully functional is therefore a challenge. I keep finding myself wanting to just drop off into a doze; my eyes are heavy and want to close. Just for a moment.... So I'm trying to keep myself busy with various web interactions. I even opened my Yahoo messenger for the first time in countless months. My normal, chronic fatigue is bad enough, but toss in the flu on top of it and I'm useless.
I thought it was funny though when I came in. The little calendar on the desk here has boats drawn on the days for next week. (The reason I'm in covering is because she's on a cruise.) So it gave me a chuckle. Everyone who came back in from lunch did a double-take. They're used to me being in here when someone quits or is let go. I assured them that no, it's just vacation coverage. It's funny though since I've been temping for them for a couple years now that I'm both a familiar and yet unexpected face at the desk. I've got this distinctly unique status as both "part of" and "separate from" the "family." (Not that everyone's family, but you know what I mean. Some companies foster a more cohesive quality than others.)
*hums*
Man I'm easily distracted today. I'm chatting with two people and my attention span on this entry has pretty much gone down to, well, nil. Heh. So I suppose I might as well wrap up. I'm here until 5:30pm and then the weekend begins. Not that we'll be doing much. Besides being sick, we're also ungodly broke until next Friday. Probably a lot of sitting around the house ahead of us.
Cold Continues Ugh. Here it is, Thursday. I came down with the cold on Sunday. And I'm still sick. I started to feel better Tuesday and I thought I was on the road to recovery. But it's totally stalled. I'm not feeling any better today than I was Tuesday. In fact, my throat and chest have now gotten into the fray. I spent much of last night unable to sleep. When I did sleep, I woke up coughing and unable to breathe. My nose is still running and at this point, I think I've used four boxes of tissues so far.
In short, I'm still damned sick.
What sucks is that besides being quite done with this whole cold thing, I am scheduled to start vacation coverage at the temp job tomorrow. Ugh again I say.
How can I still be so damned sick on day five of this cold? Then again, Love's still battling the effects of the cold and he's up to around ten days. Whatever this is, it's a damned beast. And I'm left unsure what I'm going to do. I just know that I'm still damned ill, overly fatigued, exhausted, unable to breathe and all around miserable.
Love's Art Showing & My Cold Updates I'm sure you're sick of both subjects, but it's what's going on, so it's what I've got to talk about.
Love's Art Showing He met with the Gallery Coordinator last night. We were panicked because we thought they wanted to move forward pretty much immediately and we don't have the cash to frame that many pieces of art right now. Turns out, our worries were unfounded. She's actually planning it for May. Why so far out you might wonder? Simple. She actually has a background in antiques and art and is treating this like a full gallery opening. They are planning a full PR campaign with ads in the St. Petersburg Times and Tampa Tribune, announcements in their full-color newsletter that goes to all branches, and an official opening and reception to "Meet the Artist." So it's turning into quite A Big Deal. I can't tell you how excited I am over this. It just keeps getting better. I had no idea when I snagged the little application for him that it was going to turn into a full-scale event!
My Cold Yesterday I felt like death. When every single moment you ache and hurt and are more miserable than you can put into words. I went to bed around 11pm and slept until about 11am this morning. (Woke up a few times overnight, but never for long, and was able to get back to sleep each time.) Well, when I woke up this morning, I'd definitely passed the worst of it. You know how when you're sick, there's a point where you realize you will be human - and whole - again. You're not there yet and in fact you still feel quite like ass, but compared to how you did feel, you know you're on the way. I feel extremely weak but better.
Miscellany I'm still hoping I'll be mostly back to normal by Friday. I'm supposed to be covering at the temp job this Friday and Monday through Friday of next week. Seeing as I beyond desperately need the cash, I'm really hoping that over the next couple days, I'll get better. Unlike poor Love; his cold is still dragging on and it's well over a week now. I'm hoping mine won't last as long.
I just spent an hour and change taking the ornaments off the tree and packing them up. Jeez, it wore me out. Between Love being sick, me being sick and errands to run, we haven't gotten around to taking it down yet. The lights still need to come off, but I've got to rest. I don't want to push myself too far. The ornaments were enough of a workout. (It's miserable being even more fatigued than normal. Because my "normal" is a fraction of what's normal for everyone else. To have even less than my normal is a sad state indeed.)
The weather is cool today and tomorrow. Not a true cold front you might expect for this time of year were we push down towards freezing, but still, with highs in the 60's today and tomorrow, it's quite a bit cooler than the 80's it's been the last two months now. Jeez, it's been sweltering. When it's hot up north, there's no hope for us. It takes a pretty strong cold front to dip down far enough into our jet stream to give us a cold snap. With it being hot everywhere else, well, we've just been screwed. It's been record and near-record highs for two months now. Miserable. Sadly, it'll be back up near 80F by Friday and through the weekend again. Enjoy it while it lasts I suppose.
Alright well, I'm exhausted, so I'll close up here. Ta for now.
So Sick Driving for over an hour (to and from) when you're sick and unable to focus on the act of driving, the road or traffic rules is really a Very Bad Thing. Had to go get my damned debit card and hit Publix (supermarket) on the way home for some lotion tissues, soup, cough drops and orange juice. It feels like I've been gone for days and at the same time, it's all a big blur. I swear, I'm not quite sure how I made it there and back. All I know is that damn, I am sick and that I have three hours to rest up before I have to pick up Rand at work since I have his vehicle. I hope I can make it.
The Good and The Bad The good news is that we discovered Love's going to be the featured artist at the Library showing. We believed he would be part of a multiple artist display, but turns out that it's a SOLO artist display. So instead of the handful of pictures we thought he'd be showing, he's got the ENTIRE room. Just for him. Something like twenty-odd images to fill the space. He'll have a two month exclusive featured artist showing. Daaaaamn. So now we need to figure out a way to afford to frame twenty pieces! Eep.
The bad news is that after almost a week escaping Love's cold, tonight I am officially sick. My nose burns, my throat hurts, and I've got that oh-so-pleasant post nasal drip you get with a cold. Sonuvabitch. Tomorrow whether I'm well enough to or not, I have to borrow Rand's Jeep and run down to the bank branch all the way by Love's work (a good 30 minute drive) because he left the debit card there when he made a deposit on Friday and they'll only give it back to me personally. Bitches. This is going to Suck Badly. And I hope I'm better by Friday because I'm covering at the temp job Friday and all of next week. To say I need the money is like saying you need air to live, so I can't afford to be sick. Love's still sick with his cold so it's not looking great in terms of time frame. Bah.
He'll have a two month exclusive featured artist showing. Daaaaamn. So now we need to figure out a way to afford to frame twenty pieces! Eep.