Last night, I was not as productive as I should have been, which was mostly the fault of an indulgent deep-fried appetizer and Being Scott Malkinson; I trod through a thick bog in a mental fog. At least I have set up the mobile app from my insurance today.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah / I think I did it again
“She’s a Little Runaway,” opened Dana & Parks with Scott talking about how they have mementos from every single remote broadcast if ever done in a room and he was only embarrassed because another adult, the teacher of Dana’s son (he’s an intern at the station twice a week), was there.
A friend contacted me early Tuesday morning to see if I would bring a burrito from Jose Pepper’s for their special. By the time I got to the restaurant, I had been awake for two hours and lost an hour of sleep and had had nothing to eat. The place was as busy as one would expect, everyone except I, since the weather was finally warm again. I sent a text to say that I had failed her, so I got the fish combo from Sonic and I cried as my low blood sugar carried me away with my emotions when she called later to say everything was going to be okay.
Although he will use blunt terms, Denton has a genuine love for people but has no patience for stupidity or those who don’t really try, so I am surprised how well tolerated I am some days, except when I am not.
Friday was not a good day at work, I tried to do too much earlier in the day, so I didn’t sleep as much as I needed. My mind was foggy and I moved something which the woman to the left of me struggled to find for twenty minutes rm the community stack to my personal stack, where I suggested that she look and went on a break instead of offering to help look.
“Reason will not lead to solution / I will end up lost in confusion,” so I have to wonder whether or not I was just lazy, selfish, oblivious, uncaring, or autistic. I know similar situations are why my sister hates me. I often avoid people so I don’t have to deal the pain of having to deal with them, yet find myself lonely.
Well, today began as kind of a misfire. I had agreed to fast for a blood test this morning, but after I woke up briefly, I couldn’t sleep for an hour and had to wait another hour just to call to cancel the appointment and ask for something to be written so I could just go to LabCorp, which I should have requested yesterday when they called.
Breaks and lunch will be earlier to align with another team whose processes complement our own; an optimal situation for me since I rarely hit my stride until after lunch. “And if you’re interested in lunch,” someone’s thermos loudly popped some soup on to the ceiling, rather hilarious once we found out what had happened and no one was injured.
Since I was tired and taking a friend to her workplace, I had no time to run back for the lab order, which will be left at LabCorp by a tenacious person at the medical office who was trying to reach me all day.
My father got me a belt and suspension components for Christmas, neither of which are automobile parts
— Christopher Hurt (@chris_m_hurt) December 27, 2017
A friend on Facebook asked,
“Could you explain that without being at all specific?”
No, because what I said was meant to be funny.
On the other hand, yes, my father bought me a belt and suspenders.
Like two months ago, Wednesday was kind of a bummer at work,
yet online interaction was pleasant during lunch.
The cheese in the fridge has just let me know I am cut off.
— AskMeAfterTea (@StTabitha) December 27, 2017
Tabitha St. Germain liked how I quoted her tweet:
— Christopher Hurt (@chris_m_hurt) December 28, 2017
“And he said, ‘Naked I came from my mother’s womb,
and naked shall I return. The LORD gave,
and the LORD has taken away;
blessed be the name of the LORD.’ (Job 1:21)”
It’s something — Disclaimer: these solutions may not be applicable…
I forgot about the amazingly large slice of red velvet cake on Saturday night, which continued to wreak havoc with my sugar levels for the next three days, so I’d like to blame the orange juice for my erroneous production at work today, but that was not the only thing. I’m going to conclude ice cream isn’t a solution for me.
“I am My Own Worst Enemy,” when I allow bad information from a colleague to cause me to worry about a non-existent situation, so I was being especially silly.
A new company now administrates the contract, which I complained about on Tuesday, but it’s not all bad. We are permitted to enter a little earlier because we have to write time in books, which lends itself to greater camaraderie.
I never set up direct deposit with the old system and was not able to access the new system until late this week, so I had been worried paychecks would only be available via post, and not available at work, which was bad information and completely false.
The Girl Next Door, like Cyarin, has been color-coordinating knitted caps and sweatshirts this week, and cleverly uses her wastebasket as a footrest.