Why won't this day end?
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cornerofmadnessIt's been a complete fucker of day. I get to class and realize I totally forgot I was giving them a quiz. TOTALLY. They were thrilled but I felt like an ass.
HR DID lose every last bit of paperwork plus never gave me some in the first place. It took an hour. I didn't get lunch. Now I have a dental card...which I was told when I went to the dentist didn't exist...BY HR. Sob so all of that might be on me expense wise.
Speaking of my tooth, I cracked more of it today. Now it hurts. A lot. Like in tears a lot.
I get home and am overwhelmed by the stench. Now for the last few days I've been getting whiffs of sewer on one side (the bedrooms of course) and was wondering if those round things in the ground were holding tanks. Today, it's nauseating even before I get to the apartment. You couldn't possibly sit outside today. I can't open the windows. It's giving me a headache. It's way too late to contact the manager.
I go to take my diabetic medication. It's brand new from Wal-Mart pharmacy (it's the closest sadly) I open it and the pills are marked strangely but that doesn't bother me much that happens with different makers. However it SMELLS. I've never had one that smelled like this before. I'm terrified to take it. I'm taking it back tomorrow and asking the pharmacist IS this glucophage? I've been taking it for 3 years and I've been handling it as a doctor for 12. I've NEVER smelled it like this before.
Call Mom. She's like I read your first email (I emailed her the contents of my first post) and said I told you I didn't want to talk to you. I KNEW you'd be a complete bitch (well, Mom knows me well because damn, yes I've been a bitch today. Hell my class took one look at me in lab asked was I mad at them and proceeded to behave so well we were done in little over an hour.) I said I called to talk to Dad Mom, relax.
Dad's problem might be permanent. He has to go to a specialist. But it's possible that his equilibrium was permanent screwed by a virus, causing a crystalization of the perilymph in his inner ear. It could even mean he can't drive any more. At 62, Dad is NOT thrilled with this information (then again I don't like or trust his doctor. This is the guy who told me in sixth grade that the blow to my head in volleyball was fine and the lump would go away. Turned out it was a massive blood clot that damaged my facial nerve and if twitty had just drained it it might not have happened)
I took the time to unwind with a show I like The First 48, (not for those who get queasy) My favorite dectective in Miami was one (he really needs to wash the brillo cream though). The cases were fascinating this time but my detective is losing it. Looks like a total burn out. He was nearly crying the whole time. I don't know how homicide detectives do it...though I was going to try it frmo the forensic angle.
Got a letter from my lawyer. I refuse to open it today given how things have gone. I'll do it tomorrow. It can't be this bad right?
HR DID lose every last bit of paperwork plus never gave me some in the first place. It took an hour. I didn't get lunch. Now I have a dental card...which I was told when I went to the dentist didn't exist...BY HR. Sob so all of that might be on me expense wise.
Speaking of my tooth, I cracked more of it today. Now it hurts. A lot. Like in tears a lot.
I get home and am overwhelmed by the stench. Now for the last few days I've been getting whiffs of sewer on one side (the bedrooms of course) and was wondering if those round things in the ground were holding tanks. Today, it's nauseating even before I get to the apartment. You couldn't possibly sit outside today. I can't open the windows. It's giving me a headache. It's way too late to contact the manager.
I go to take my diabetic medication. It's brand new from Wal-Mart pharmacy (it's the closest sadly) I open it and the pills are marked strangely but that doesn't bother me much that happens with different makers. However it SMELLS. I've never had one that smelled like this before. I'm terrified to take it. I'm taking it back tomorrow and asking the pharmacist IS this glucophage? I've been taking it for 3 years and I've been handling it as a doctor for 12. I've NEVER smelled it like this before.
Call Mom. She's like I read your first email (I emailed her the contents of my first post) and said I told you I didn't want to talk to you. I KNEW you'd be a complete bitch (well, Mom knows me well because damn, yes I've been a bitch today. Hell my class took one look at me in lab asked was I mad at them and proceeded to behave so well we were done in little over an hour.) I said I called to talk to Dad Mom, relax.
Dad's problem might be permanent. He has to go to a specialist. But it's possible that his equilibrium was permanent screwed by a virus, causing a crystalization of the perilymph in his inner ear. It could even mean he can't drive any more. At 62, Dad is NOT thrilled with this information (then again I don't like or trust his doctor. This is the guy who told me in sixth grade that the blow to my head in volleyball was fine and the lump would go away. Turned out it was a massive blood clot that damaged my facial nerve and if twitty had just drained it it might not have happened)
I took the time to unwind with a show I like The First 48, (not for those who get queasy) My favorite dectective in Miami was one (he really needs to wash the brillo cream though). The cases were fascinating this time but my detective is losing it. Looks like a total burn out. He was nearly crying the whole time. I don't know how homicide detectives do it...though I was going to try it frmo the forensic angle.
Got a letter from my lawyer. I refuse to open it today given how things have gone. I'll do it tomorrow. It can't be this bad right?
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Date: 2005-09-09 02:48 am (UTC)You know, things were terrible at my place for you for about a month. Wasn't it the same at Zog's place? Is this a cycle thing for you, move to a new place and for at least 30 days, everything is horrible and then evens out to just awful?
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Date: 2005-09-09 03:27 am (UTC)Tomorrow can't get worse. I'll go play in traffic if it does
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