Ahhhh - Friday. Fridays are good days and I am really glad that this one decided to show up when it did cause I really needed one.
Eric and I tend to carpool together on Fridays so I get to work at about 6:45 am - WAY earlier than I normally do. I hate sitting in the office that early so I start my day downtown at the Dawsons - which for the record has the best coffee around - and then walk across the street and go up to the office.
This morning I came in and staked out a table, read my book for a while, drank my latte, ate my pastry and watched the world go by. At about 8 I started the little internal dialogue that always happens on Friday mornings - "Do I sit here til 9 when people actually expect me or do I go ahead and work? Do I just plug in here and work or do I try for respectability and go sit at my desk?" I finally decided to plug in at Dawson's and work from my cozy little table with an awesome view of the door. It is now about 2:15 and I am still here. It's been great - I have gotten a ton of work done since no one can walk in and ask me to do more stuff.
Here are some of the things I have experienced during my coffeehouse work day:
1. 6 old men at the table next to me talking about sports
2. A guy buying coffee that looks so much like Steve Buscemi that I almost asked for his autograph. He even had the funky teeth.
3. A couple making out in the corner
4. A line of patrons out the door that all looked very irritated and merely moments from lighting torches
5. A really cute guy wearing scrubs that winked at me while adding sugar to his coffee
6. A gaggle of really skinny blonde chicks that ordered 1 non-fat latte - no kidding - ONE LATTE for 5 anorexic blonde chicks
7. A short fat guy that went to the bathroom 4 times in half an hour
8. A really cute professional looking fellow hitting on the barista who was so completely oblivious that I wanted to scream FIRE just to put the poor guy out of his misery.
What a fun little viewpoint on the world. I tell you what - I LOVE having an office right downtown. It has been a constant education - I have expanded my worldview as I am now much more aware of the sheer volume of homeless people, punk skaters and bored, rich, skinny trophy wives with nothing to do but drink martinis at Red Feather.
Ahhhh - Life.
Friday, September 1, 2006
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Hernia? Gallbladder? Yeah - I can see how those get mixed up...
I am convinced that doctors are nothing but highly paid witch doctors that know a few big words. I also think I need to find a new one. My doctor confused a sick gallbladder with a hernia.
Hernia - Gallbladder
Hernia - Gallbladder
Those are close...right? One is a hole in the abdominal wall and the other is an actual organ commonly found in the human body. Yeah. Very close.
Regardless - the "hernia" is really my gallbladder and I have to have it removed next Thursday. That will be fun. Four incisions in my abdomen - I wonder if I could talk them into removing some fat along with the gallbladder. I mean...if one doctor can confuse it for a hernia then the surgeon is sure to be able to tell the insurance company that all the fat looked confusingly like my gallbladder and by the time they realized their mistake all my belly fat had already been removed.
That's realistic - right?! Anyway, I will let you know how it goes. I hope they don't accidentally confuse my gallbladder with something important and remove the wrong organ...
Hernia - Gallbladder
Hernia - Gallbladder
Those are close...right? One is a hole in the abdominal wall and the other is an actual organ commonly found in the human body. Yeah. Very close.
Regardless - the "hernia" is really my gallbladder and I have to have it removed next Thursday. That will be fun. Four incisions in my abdomen - I wonder if I could talk them into removing some fat along with the gallbladder. I mean...if one doctor can confuse it for a hernia then the surgeon is sure to be able to tell the insurance company that all the fat looked confusingly like my gallbladder and by the time they realized their mistake all my belly fat had already been removed.
That's realistic - right?! Anyway, I will let you know how it goes. I hope they don't accidentally confuse my gallbladder with something important and remove the wrong organ...
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Expired Warranty
Do you know how it is when you buy a new car and just after your warranty expires the whole thing falls apart? I think that is happening to my body...I really should have bought the extended warranty.
I hate going to the doctor and tend to put it off as long as possible. I save up all my health complaints and then go in with a list of questions and requests. I have been having this weird pain on my right side just under my ribcage and I ignored it since it started back in June. I have been working out with a trainer and even started a running program so, naturally, I began having problems with my knees. Any of you who know me know that I have really bad knees and I am not a stranger to knee surgery.
So, yesterday I visited my family doctor and left with a list of referrals. I had to go see the Gyno today - that is always a joyous, special occasion that luckily only happens once a year or so. I even managed to escape that one without my feet ever having touched a stirrup. Yea me!
On Monday I go to the surgeon because that odd little pain in my belly ended up being a hernia. A HERNIA PEOPLE. I am not entirely sure what I do that could cause a hernia, but I have one. If that doesn't make you feel old and decrepit nothing will.
On Tuesday I get to visit the orthopaedic specialist who, I am sure, will be thrilled to hack on my knees again. Ahhh - good times.
So, I know have 2, possibly 3, surgeries in my forseeable future. The upside is pain meds - the downside is everything else. To add insult to injury I am currently sitting in my recliner, watching cartoons with Drew and fighting a fever, nausea, pain in my side and a nasty case of sinus congestion. My warranty has definitely expired.
I should count myself lucky because there are far worse things I could be facing, but that doesn't bring a lot of comfort at the moment. I really just want a big dose of Advil, a warm bed, a good movie and a backrub. I need to be pampered because I feel really terrible and I am a big ole baby when I am sick. I am also starting to wonder if my hernia has exploded - or whatever hernias do - and I am now going to die. Say it with me now - PARANOID!!
I hate going to the doctor and tend to put it off as long as possible. I save up all my health complaints and then go in with a list of questions and requests. I have been having this weird pain on my right side just under my ribcage and I ignored it since it started back in June. I have been working out with a trainer and even started a running program so, naturally, I began having problems with my knees. Any of you who know me know that I have really bad knees and I am not a stranger to knee surgery.
So, yesterday I visited my family doctor and left with a list of referrals. I had to go see the Gyno today - that is always a joyous, special occasion that luckily only happens once a year or so. I even managed to escape that one without my feet ever having touched a stirrup. Yea me!
On Monday I go to the surgeon because that odd little pain in my belly ended up being a hernia. A HERNIA PEOPLE. I am not entirely sure what I do that could cause a hernia, but I have one. If that doesn't make you feel old and decrepit nothing will.
On Tuesday I get to visit the orthopaedic specialist who, I am sure, will be thrilled to hack on my knees again. Ahhh - good times.
So, I know have 2, possibly 3, surgeries in my forseeable future. The upside is pain meds - the downside is everything else. To add insult to injury I am currently sitting in my recliner, watching cartoons with Drew and fighting a fever, nausea, pain in my side and a nasty case of sinus congestion. My warranty has definitely expired.
I should count myself lucky because there are far worse things I could be facing, but that doesn't bring a lot of comfort at the moment. I really just want a big dose of Advil, a warm bed, a good movie and a backrub. I need to be pampered because I feel really terrible and I am a big ole baby when I am sick. I am also starting to wonder if my hernia has exploded - or whatever hernias do - and I am now going to die. Say it with me now - PARANOID!!
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Rant for July
Isn't is strange how we can have all things going fine and still feel like the world is about to drop on our heads? Maybe I just have too much going on. If you know me you know that is generally the case. I tend to overbook and then kill myself to deliver. I should really work on altering that behavior.
I have two weeks of grad school left and this week is when I have to turn in my final project. The major, been working on it for 15 weeks, majority of my grade project. It just so happens that my professor for this class is an idiot who grades completely unfairly in some childish attempt to keep us lowly students in our place. I just know that I am going to lose points because he dislikes my word choice or thinks I should have started a new paragraph. Add that to the fact that all grading is subjective and we have potential disaster on our hands. So - needless to say - I am stressed about finishing this thing and having it be absolutely perfect. I have edited it to within half an inch of its life. Poor paper.
On top of that I have major work stress going on. I have been here for two months and it seems like I have accomplished nothing. The partners are meeting tomorrow and I have to give my departmental status showing what has been accomplished and what the goals for the next 60 days are. I am trying to write the report and it is killing me. So far it reads like this: "I made a bunch of forms. I called a lot of people. I plan to do more in the next 60 days." Is it really possible that I have done nothing in 2 months? It sure feels that way right now, but I could swear that I have been busy. Maybe I should do less blogging and more working. Hmmm - there's a thought.
Next agenda item is the Treasure Valley Recruiter Association. I had the brilliant idea back in April that we needed a recruiter association in Boise and I was just the girl to get it going. So...I started it up and it is going really well. That is positive, but now there are all these things to do. Meetings to plan, locations to find, speakers to sign on, emails to send, tax id numbers to get, bank accounts to open, by-laws to come up with, forms to build for membership apps, websites to develop, mission statements, blah, blah, blah. I am just going to shut up about that one now.
Why do I do this to myself? I complain that I never get to do anything fun and then I go and create more work stuff for myself. I really need to stop that.
On to another topic - my weight. I have been working with a trainer for 8 weeks now. Two months of my life that have revolved around eating better, working out, not drinking lattes with whole milk twice a day, not eating Krispy Kreme for breakfast, getting up at 5:15 am to walk 3 miles and the lift weights at the gym. Two months of trying my best to stop being a fat, unhealthy, miserable, middle-aged person. Do you want to know what I have to show for that work? NADA. NOTHING. NOT A THING. I AM STILL FAT. I might be slightly more comfortable in my clothes, but they are the same size I was in when I was happily drinking my whole milk latte and noshing on a donut. I have lost some inches, but I still step on the scale and hear it scream in horror. I don't think this whole salad thing is all it's cracked up to be.
So, that is my rant for the day. I just feel sad and put upon this week. I feel stressed and ready to say to heck with it all. I know it will ease up. I know I have 2 short weeks of school left and then I can chill. I just don't really feel good about things right now. I feel mean and angry and bitchy and like a whiner.
I have two weeks of grad school left and this week is when I have to turn in my final project. The major, been working on it for 15 weeks, majority of my grade project. It just so happens that my professor for this class is an idiot who grades completely unfairly in some childish attempt to keep us lowly students in our place. I just know that I am going to lose points because he dislikes my word choice or thinks I should have started a new paragraph. Add that to the fact that all grading is subjective and we have potential disaster on our hands. So - needless to say - I am stressed about finishing this thing and having it be absolutely perfect. I have edited it to within half an inch of its life. Poor paper.
On top of that I have major work stress going on. I have been here for two months and it seems like I have accomplished nothing. The partners are meeting tomorrow and I have to give my departmental status showing what has been accomplished and what the goals for the next 60 days are. I am trying to write the report and it is killing me. So far it reads like this: "I made a bunch of forms. I called a lot of people. I plan to do more in the next 60 days." Is it really possible that I have done nothing in 2 months? It sure feels that way right now, but I could swear that I have been busy. Maybe I should do less blogging and more working. Hmmm - there's a thought.
Next agenda item is the Treasure Valley Recruiter Association. I had the brilliant idea back in April that we needed a recruiter association in Boise and I was just the girl to get it going. So...I started it up and it is going really well. That is positive, but now there are all these things to do. Meetings to plan, locations to find, speakers to sign on, emails to send, tax id numbers to get, bank accounts to open, by-laws to come up with, forms to build for membership apps, websites to develop, mission statements, blah, blah, blah. I am just going to shut up about that one now.
Why do I do this to myself? I complain that I never get to do anything fun and then I go and create more work stuff for myself. I really need to stop that.
On to another topic - my weight. I have been working with a trainer for 8 weeks now. Two months of my life that have revolved around eating better, working out, not drinking lattes with whole milk twice a day, not eating Krispy Kreme for breakfast, getting up at 5:15 am to walk 3 miles and the lift weights at the gym. Two months of trying my best to stop being a fat, unhealthy, miserable, middle-aged person. Do you want to know what I have to show for that work? NADA. NOTHING. NOT A THING. I AM STILL FAT. I might be slightly more comfortable in my clothes, but they are the same size I was in when I was happily drinking my whole milk latte and noshing on a donut. I have lost some inches, but I still step on the scale and hear it scream in horror. I don't think this whole salad thing is all it's cracked up to be.
So, that is my rant for the day. I just feel sad and put upon this week. I feel stressed and ready to say to heck with it all. I know it will ease up. I know I have 2 short weeks of school left and then I can chill. I just don't really feel good about things right now. I feel mean and angry and bitchy and like a whiner.
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