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Today was my day to babysit the department at work. Because everyone with a lick of sense took the day off, it seems, leaving me as the last one to realize there was a holiday.
I got a grand total of three hours and fifty-two minutes worth of sleep last night. Let's just say I did not want to get out of bed. But I did. And I managed to get into work within ten minutes of when I was supposed to. (Not bad for a thirty minute commute with one eye swollen shut due to allergies)
Get to work only to discover ass.boss had completely lost her mind last week and scheduled people who weren't even in town for shifts they had told her they couldn't fill. Spent first hour of the morning fixing that. Truthfully I spent the first half hour talking to Karen on the phone, then I spent an hour fixing the schedule.
Crisis over. Until the 2-9 cashier called at ten a.m. to let me know that he was in Boulder, CO and didn't think he'd be back in time for his shift. No ****, Sherlock. Gave him two phone numbers to call with the caveat that he wasn't really going to find anyone to work because if anyone could have worked, they would have already been on the F'in schedule.
Resigned myself to filling the last four hours of his shift myself. Open to close. 9 to 9. Have not figured out how to blame the ass.boss for this yet, but I will find a way.
Tomorrow it will all be ass.boss' responsibility.
Had the weirdest dream the other night. Was in a large bed (the size of a small room) that I was sharing with someone. This person and I had shared the bed the last several nights with no problem; the bed was large enough that we didn't even notice the other was there. But this night, I woke up to find him spooned up behind me, arm around my waist, breath tickling my ear. I was all disoriented and tried to roll over. The second I saw who it was I freaked.
Literally woke up, sitting up in bed, heart pounding, out of breath. This person was someone I would never have pictured being in bed with me and he wasn't DH.
Beck says I'm missing DH and my subconscious was filling in with another person I feel close to. She says I shouldn't worry about it. Still, bothers me. Not the dream so much, just the spazz attack. Weird.
Also, memory is starting to get worse. I can't remember names. I've reverted back to calling people "Hun", "Dear" and "Hey you". I had a set of about four or five names that were interchangeable for two of the guys I saw this weekend. I'm not sure I managed to get Jason's name correct on the first try at all. And I know I called both of them DH's name at least once or twice.
Gonna have to go back to the nicknames, I can tell.
I got a grand total of three hours and fifty-two minutes worth of sleep last night. Let's just say I did not want to get out of bed. But I did. And I managed to get into work within ten minutes of when I was supposed to. (Not bad for a thirty minute commute with one eye swollen shut due to allergies)
Get to work only to discover ass.boss had completely lost her mind last week and scheduled people who weren't even in town for shifts they had told her they couldn't fill. Spent first hour of the morning fixing that. Truthfully I spent the first half hour talking to Karen on the phone, then I spent an hour fixing the schedule.
Crisis over. Until the 2-9 cashier called at ten a.m. to let me know that he was in Boulder, CO and didn't think he'd be back in time for his shift. No ****, Sherlock. Gave him two phone numbers to call with the caveat that he wasn't really going to find anyone to work because if anyone could have worked, they would have already been on the F'in schedule.
Resigned myself to filling the last four hours of his shift myself. Open to close. 9 to 9. Have not figured out how to blame the ass.boss for this yet, but I will find a way.
- Highlights of my day included:
- Telling "M" - "Do I need to find something for you to do? "K", I'm sure you have something "M" could manage to do that will keep him out of trouble."
- Having Baby C fall into a heavy sleep in my arms mere minutes before the waitress finally brought me my lunch. I didn't want to wake the poor dear so I tried to eat my mashed potatoes one handed.
- Looking Alex in the face as I was about to give him motherly advice (as I do, for all of the people I care about in any way shape or form) and realizing that he is actually quite a bit older than myself and might not appreciate the effort. Was tempted to fling mashed potatoes at his head instead. Refrained on both counts. Barely.
- Stepped on kitten (because she was trying to wrap her body around my ankle at the time) and ended up slamming forehead, upper arm and wrist into kitchen rack. Spent next twenty minutes trying to coax kitten out from under various pieces of furniture to assess damage to paws. Only then did I notice that small bruise on bicep, discolor on forehead and dull pain in wrist.
Tomorrow it will all be ass.boss' responsibility.
Had the weirdest dream the other night. Was in a large bed (the size of a small room) that I was sharing with someone. This person and I had shared the bed the last several nights with no problem; the bed was large enough that we didn't even notice the other was there. But this night, I woke up to find him spooned up behind me, arm around my waist, breath tickling my ear. I was all disoriented and tried to roll over. The second I saw who it was I freaked.
Literally woke up, sitting up in bed, heart pounding, out of breath. This person was someone I would never have pictured being in bed with me and he wasn't DH.
Beck says I'm missing DH and my subconscious was filling in with another person I feel close to. She says I shouldn't worry about it. Still, bothers me. Not the dream so much, just the spazz attack. Weird.
Also, memory is starting to get worse. I can't remember names. I've reverted back to calling people "Hun", "Dear" and "Hey you". I had a set of about four or five names that were interchangeable for two of the guys I saw this weekend. I'm not sure I managed to get Jason's name correct on the first try at all. And I know I called both of them DH's name at least once or twice.
Gonna have to go back to the nicknames, I can tell.
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