Jun. 8th, 2008

commotiocordis: Green on black, an animated depiction of a normal heart rhythm on an ECG monitor. (Criminal Minds)
Allergies today and migraine yesterday have made the last few days not so much fun as not. Especially because it was one of those freakish migraines (that I prefer to the "normal" kind I used to get more often, but still) where I have no or very little headache, and just the major nausea/dizziness/sensitivity to everything/etc. Good in that there's a diminished level of head-splitting ouchage, bad in that since they're weird and, though more common lately, not the kind I got first, it always takes a significant amount of time before I recognize it as a migraine and take the appropriate actions/medicine. Also bad in that they don't give me the aura warning thing like the ones with the actual head pain. I was at a friend's graduation party when it hit, and it came on so debilitatingly so quickly that I had to get out of there with the excuse of having to be at work the next day at 6am (the girl I work with did; I was only there at 8) because I had mentioned working early before and the more words I had to use to explain things would mean the longer my mouth was open, which is not so much the best idea when fighting not to puke. Driving home then was a bitch also, because you're torn between pulling over so you can wait out this major wave of nausea or because you have to throw up and not pulling over so you can get home faster. I compromised by holding one of those gigantic soda fountain cups in my lap just in case I couldn't make it all the way home first. Two Compazines (that I still have from the major, all night LJ posting session that was the first one of these that I had that really puzzled me--I think they work, so I'm not complaining, though I usually figure it out fairly soon after I take it and chase it down with one of my mum's migraine pills, so it's hard to isolate which one does the working), a MaxAlt (generic migraine stuff), a nap, and a smack to my sister who decided to illustrate some concept she didn't like whilst explaining it to me with pantomimed emesis, and I was almost better by morning. Better enough to go to work, which is what matters, I suppose.

Work was fun. In that I and the other babysitter type (who weren't supposed to be doing desk/other stuff work anyway, or at least weren't explained to that this would be the case when we signed up) were the only people there in the morning, and we were never taught how to do the membership sales stuff (or how to do the other, drink/towel/whatever sales stuff or ring people in, for that matter, but I had figured that out earlier in the week when I was watching the desk) and there was a membership appointment bungled because nobody had it down in their book and our boss showed up an hour late (later on, I see him look at the clock-in computer and curse; me: "You never clocked in, huh?" him: "Yeah. But I was here, they know that." me: "Yeah. *Bullshit.*"). The lady was pretty cool about it, but I totally wouldn't have been; we kept her waiting around for an hour for somebody to show up who could hook her up with a membership. And it pisses me off, because I could have done it; I've looked at the forms and such before when things were slow, and it's all self-explanatory, but we haven't been "trained" to do it and never will because it's a commission thing and part of our position, like I said before, is that we pick up the scut work for the front desk people (even though they're supposed to be on the same level as us) so they can sell memberships. LOL, though, at how boss was like, later in the day, "Let me show you how to do this paperwork stuff and use the computer system," and I was like "Bitch, plz. Where have you been; I've been doing this shit since Monday. And all morning, thanks to you."

Only about 5 kids today, though, which was nice, because they were good ones. Self-entertaining to an extent, some of them, so I did a sudoku while holding one of the little ones. Kept having to force myself to stay awake, though, because of the whole migraine the night before thing, which made working out afterwards hard (plus, the Compazine always screws with my balance, so treadmilling takes more effort than usual).

And I was supposed to go to the Dave Matthews Band concert tonight with Amnesty International to table for them, but after having volunteered and been accepted and then emailing twice over the past few days and never getting any specifics about when and where and what I needed to do, I didn't waste the gas driving down there to try and figure it out (because the place is far too big to try and find people when I don't even know how to get them to let me in, as I was ticketless).

Stupid computer that has Photoshop on it is still not working, which ticks me off, as I'm supposed to have made these cards to send out to the familia something like a few weeks ago. And I just found out today that the disk that I'd been looking for to install it on a different computer was thrown away a while ago by my father because it had gotten too scratched up. Gah.

Edit: Oh, and Clinton suspending her campaign? Doesn't that sound like something you do when you're, idk, planning on picking it back up again later? Just saying, odd choice of words.
commotiocordis: Green on black, an animated depiction of a normal heart rhythm on an ECG monitor. (Default)
I'm just so done with this whole Shakespeare birthday thing. Whatever. Screw it. I don't give a damn whether you've got something else to do or not (though, erm, since the other parties that are poaching my people aren't so much time sensitive--Shakespeare ends at the end of this week--as worthless excuses to get drunk, maybe a little damnage given), but will you fucking tell me and not just let me sit here checking my mail every 10 minutes over the past week or so so that I can figure out if I need to pack a whole bunch of shit and drive downtown (either waiting for you at my house to carpool or not, another thing I was supposed to be told) and otherwise upend my entire daily schedule for a birthday party that it appears that nobody cares about going to.

The number of people who have decided to just ignore me rather than RSVP with a negative because they've already said that they'll go to one of aforementioned (presumably) drunken parties is really goddamned frustrating, because I've sent out. . . at least 4 emails by now, all trying to work this schedule thing out, finally offering to go two days so people could show up to one or the other, and I still have heard back from all of 3 people (out of maybe 15) as of 30 seconds ago. Again, I don't care if you want to go do something else (*lies* Kay, there's a certain amount of miffage because it's my fucking birthday party, and you'd think that maybe it'd be worth shifting your schedule a tiny bit), but I can't do anything else until I figure out if a bunch of people are going to show up at my house at 4:30 or not, so if you could drop me a line? Kthx.

Now I've got to decide when I'm going to the gym, because it's got to be earlier than the Shagspeare due to above fiasconess and earlier enough that I've got time to grab food and games and such to drag down there (though with the potential for only one person, not like that'll be hard) but I so don't feel like going yet as I'm tired and afraid that I'm getting sick (cursed gland swellage and headaches that I thought were allergies yesterday aren't going away). *sigh*
commotiocordis: Green on black, an animated depiction of a normal heart rhythm on an ECG monitor. (Default)
Things like this make me love my dad so hard. Even if he fails at commas and such.

From a series of emails sent to his coworker types regarding them going to Shakespeare.

Preceeding email proposed going on Thursday. He responds;

Sounds wonderful unless it is so hot that I drown in the old lady's sweat who is sitting next to me, or my artificial parts start to melt. I, last night, became an official Shakespearean Volunteer. I start on Saturday. So you all must acquit yourselves in proper Shakespearean behavior or I in my office as official volunteer can have you punished as all canker blossoms should be!
So look to your weather reports and make sure it is going to be cool.

Tim, Esquire
Official Part Time Shakespearean Volunteer 2008
(with the official Shakespearean Volunteer tee shirt!)
(in blue, I might add)
(new, not some over-washed, armpit stained hand me down)
(that probably goes with anything this side of leprosy)
(because what really goes with falling off body parts)
(well I guess something with a cheese base to help with the texture)


And then after being asked what time they needed to be down there:
Did you see tomorrow is going to  be the hottest day for the next three years?  Did I ever explain to you how delicate I am? . . . If I am said person who must get there by 4 to save a place, It will be impossible to bring pizza, because it would sit out in the sun and collect bacteria and we would all die a horrible death, or turn into republicans. So every one should  bring a snack to share and I will bring water and maybe rabbits.  Cause we sure do have a bunch around here. Call me if you have any questions or extra canned meat. 
Tim
Former Official Shakespearean Volunteer


Ahh, hilarity.
commotiocordis: Green on black, an animated depiction of a normal heart rhythm on an ECG monitor. (Default)
In the Battlestar Galactica David Eick video blog for "One More Photo Op".

Given this first statement:

Katee: This is going to be a really interesting photo shoot because the only people that didn't go out and party last night are myself and Tricia.

Is my struck-through addition to this second statement not the natural progression of logical thought?

Katee: I was always taught never to go out on a school night, so I was home in bed with Tricia.

I still have not seen "The Hub", so this must be fixed. Why it is not up on Sci-Fi.com, I don't know.

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