Monthly Archives: April 2010
Protected: wednesday…
Protected: and now i’m a monk…
Protected: right now…
>Goodnight ya’ll
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I had a great weekend. Hosted a party with my neighbors–they brought the army hazmat folks; I brought the industrial hygiene folks.
It was great to chat to different people who all had stuff in common.
Sunday was spent doing cleanup, chillin', reassuring my dogs we weren't keeping that rottweiler puppy the other folks brought (no matter HOW FRICKEN' CUTE she was and she was snuggly and had that cuddly puppy belly…but I digress 😉 ) and put stuff away.
All in all a successful fun time. Wish I could have brought everyone.
Oooh–irrelevant sidenote: any CIH out there looking for a challenging job in the VI. Contact me for details. A new position just opened up.
Muah!
-H.
>So…
>I know I owe you all the rest of my story. So I've been trying to find some time….and if I had brought my netbook to THE BAR where I'm waiting for my ACCOUNTANT I would have been able to update you.
Sadly, I am only here with a beer and some depressing tax info.
Thankfully there is beer.
I'm over here on the east side of the island. VERY different vibe over here. So, here's the haps:
Still no job security.
Still no money.
Still no husband here.
and I owe way more in taxes than I have.
~shrugs~ but there is beer. Oh tasty beer.
All will be well; I am not concerned (anymore–had a fun few days of panic). So soon this accountant meeting shall occur. I shall hand him checks. Then home and bed. 🙂
Hugs to ya'll. Happy tax day!!!
>Oh Woe Is Me…
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get a primary doctor
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get an on-island dentist
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buy new fire retardant coveralls
Why these three things in my mind assured me of getting booted off this rock I do not know. I’m superstitious by nature. *shrugs*. So, on monday when my pounding head and fever FINALLY got me down I called and made an appointment with an “internist”. Then fearing the spiral was already in effect on Tuesday I went to the safety store and bought 3 new pairs of fire retardant coveralls. Because really, why not go out in style? and No. I did not get a dentist. Because board certified dentists who give me nitrous to clean my teeth in the states scare me, let alone some dude with a coconut and a chisel (no, this is not accurate, yes, this is anti-island, I don’t feel good and am whiney, WAH!) My appointment was for Wednesday.
So fast forwarding through the mental breakdown that was Tuesday (didn’t get paid, freaked out, wrote an incredibly long email to HR which literally included the fact that I was getting made fun of in my worn out coveralls (fashion matters EVERYWHERE people) but because I hadn’t been paid I could not afford new ones), they wired me the money, I went and bought coveralls, tuesday over, went home and went to bed before the sun went down. Have I mentioned that I am a touch dramatic when I am sick? Cause I am. And I am well aware it is not pretty.
Wednesday morning I woke up bright and early (cause you know, went to sleep at like 7PM) and grabbed a new shiny pair of coveralls, donned them and looked like a 4 year old in her mother’s pajamas because I hadn’t washed (aka shrunk) them yet. Whatever, new coveralls…off to work.
And here is where I have to stop for a minute, lay my head down, and remember….because this is so embarassingly awkward. Folks, I don’t know if you have noticed…but I’m a talker. And sometimes I’m….mmmm, how do you say, an inappropriately sarcastic talker. So, put me in a meeting (and feverish) and you get….well, “awkward Heather”. I wanted to write about the horror of this meeting moment earlier this week, I just wasn’t ready to face it yet.
Okay, I’m ready. So, there is this thing going on, they were talking about handshakes with a lot of people. I asked the occupational nurse with a sarcastic little head tilt….”so, flu season’s over right? maybe we should just switch to fist bumping”. ahaha haha ha. I’m soooo witty. *blink* This turned into a 20 minute argument regarding hand sanitzation, breaks to wash hands, would it be offensive to hand sanitize after each handshake…(expletive!). I couldn’t even look at my boss. It was horrific. It was all my fault. It was silly. GACK! Sarcastic co-worker looked at me and mouthed, “WHAT DID YOU DO?!?”. It was horrible. Like a train wreck. Started a new mantra that morning. Must. Shut. Up. it’s simple, to the point, and so very very true.
THEN….
I had to leave work to make it to my doctors appointment. Holy crap. I will finish this post later. It gets worse. so very very much worse.
You should all know that there are two sides to me…there is the hippie spiritual earthy Heather. This is the Heather that used to want to work as an outdoorsie researcher, live in a tent, bathe in cattle ponds. Hippie Heather (HH for short) is very spiritual and big into long flowy skirts and recycling.
Protected: well. crap.
Protected: rough day!
>Monday
>Hiyaz! Holy crap am I tired. Not (sadly) physically tired more I administrated my butt off today answering emails and scheduling crap….and by crap I mean C.R.A.P.–Completely Relevant And 'Portant
So now I'm laying here in bed ready to sleep and my mind is racing although (sadly) with nothing of profound interest.
This is sad, but I just literally looked around on my nightstand looking for something of interest to say….cripes. I got nuthin tonight folks.
Have a great night, work and drive safe, eat fiber, take vitamin D, and joke 'em if they can't take a f#*k.
😉
Muah!
-H.