I have fixed it all for years and years, but now I refuse. I will just go with it, broken or not.
Showing posts with label sucky thursday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sucky thursday. Show all posts
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Yucky, Sucky Thursday.
This is Thursday, again. Funny how they just keep coming around, about once every seven days. Why do I dislike Thursday's so, you ask? Let's see..
By Thursday, I am really tired. Physically, worn-out tired. Not as tired as Friday, mind you, but Friday is---well, Friday is---FRIDAY. And that day feels good, no matter what.
Thursdays are busy days at work. I have to do a thing or two so that my co-workers can do a thing or two. I have to get my part finished early, or the whole day is just wrong.
If there are office issues, they happen on Thursday. I don't know why, it's just that way.
People are grouchy on Thursday.
Traffic is heaviest on Thursday.
Enough? Thursdays suck, in general. I make each day as good as I can, but the day is stacked against me before I start.
Happy Sucky Thursday. :)
Thursday, February 24, 2011
A trip down memory lane
So much happening in this head of mine this morning. Pain is number one on my brain, after that, it's antibody's guess what will come out of this mouth of mine.
I have new medications to take the place of the ones I have been on for the past couple of years. One to add to the mix, one to replace. The problem? Both had to be ordered, and won't be in for another day or two. I KNOW! They said a week when the one was dropped off. And I don't go to some podunk little pharmacy, I go to Target, for heavens sake. It makes me wonder what the hell I am going to be taking, and why is no one else near me taking it? I have of course, looked it up, there seems to be nothing unusual about either of them, although I expect they will be uber-expensive. I was given a "coupon" by the dr himself, to keep the deductible portion of my insurance to $25. I wonder what the regular price will be? The pharmacist at my Target is kind of a you-know what, so I often wonder if that's part of the problem here. She clearly does not like me, although she has never actually said that, most likely because she doesn't speak. AT all. She is deaf, and can't talk, unless with sign language. She is honest-to-God beautiful. And quite a B-I-*-*-*. I was once in a little "altercation" with her, over my newly pregnant and completely depressed, hormonal, struggling daughter, (several years ago), who had a prescription for an anti-depressant that was extremely necessary or she sure as hell would not have been taking it. This deaf, beautiful, mute little pharmacist took it upon herself to caution this daughter and her mother on the issues of taking such medications when one is pregnant. Through an interpreter, she kept insisting that taking this was not a good thing for the baby. Yes, it is her job to do just that, and I was appreciative and thanked her for it, as my horrified, sad, hormonal, life-messed-up daughter stood by, and cried, as she had lost a baby not too long in the distant past. After I thanked her for the information and tried to console my now really fear-stricken daughter, I stood and waited for the medication. The woman continued. She badgered. SHE WOULD NOT SHUT UP. Now, obviously--we are thinking individuals that realize the risk, but other issues were more of a risk and frankly, the daughter was going to the VERY BEST high-risk pregnancy doctor on the planet, if she thought it okay, the damned little pharmacist was not going to make my girl feel any worse. So, I nearly jumped over the counter, told her to quiet her mouth and fill the damned prescription. (Yeah--I still have it, when I need to.)
I often wonder if the pharmacist remembers. Hmmmm....
Perhaps that has maybe something to do with the issues I frequently have at this pharmacy?
Happy sucky Thursday. :)
I have new medications to take the place of the ones I have been on for the past couple of years. One to add to the mix, one to replace. The problem? Both had to be ordered, and won't be in for another day or two. I KNOW! They said a week when the one was dropped off. And I don't go to some podunk little pharmacy, I go to Target, for heavens sake. It makes me wonder what the hell I am going to be taking, and why is no one else near me taking it? I have of course, looked it up, there seems to be nothing unusual about either of them, although I expect they will be uber-expensive. I was given a "coupon" by the dr himself, to keep the deductible portion of my insurance to $25. I wonder what the regular price will be? The pharmacist at my Target is kind of a you-know what, so I often wonder if that's part of the problem here. She clearly does not like me, although she has never actually said that, most likely because she doesn't speak. AT all. She is deaf, and can't talk, unless with sign language. She is honest-to-God beautiful. And quite a B-I-*-*-*. I was once in a little "altercation" with her, over my newly pregnant and completely depressed, hormonal, struggling daughter, (several years ago), who had a prescription for an anti-depressant that was extremely necessary or she sure as hell would not have been taking it. This deaf, beautiful, mute little pharmacist took it upon herself to caution this daughter and her mother on the issues of taking such medications when one is pregnant. Through an interpreter, she kept insisting that taking this was not a good thing for the baby. Yes, it is her job to do just that, and I was appreciative and thanked her for it, as my horrified, sad, hormonal, life-messed-up daughter stood by, and cried, as she had lost a baby not too long in the distant past. After I thanked her for the information and tried to console my now really fear-stricken daughter, I stood and waited for the medication. The woman continued. She badgered. SHE WOULD NOT SHUT UP. Now, obviously--we are thinking individuals that realize the risk, but other issues were more of a risk and frankly, the daughter was going to the VERY BEST high-risk pregnancy doctor on the planet, if she thought it okay, the damned little pharmacist was not going to make my girl feel any worse. So, I nearly jumped over the counter, told her to quiet her mouth and fill the damned prescription. (Yeah--I still have it, when I need to.)
I often wonder if the pharmacist remembers. Hmmmm....
Perhaps that has maybe something to do with the issues I frequently have at this pharmacy?
Happy sucky Thursday. :)
Thursday, January 20, 2011
I can't get no....
It's been a funny week, not in the ha-ha sense, but in the strange. It is a full moon, perhaps that has contributed. I believe that the moon affects many folks strangely, but most are not aware of it. If we have interesting customers at work, if people act a little goofy, if folks complain about the oddest of things...and this happens in multiples, every time, it is a full moon. That always makes me wonder about my own behavior, and even though I am not generally vocal about it, I can feel it.
I have spent every evening all alone this week, not seeing another human being other than at work. I have kind of liked it. This is a sad fact for me, but it is the truth. I am no more interested in having anyone in my life than I am in a root canal. I want to WANT somebody. Until I do, there is no hope. Speaking of which, the man that I was seeing last summer just will NOT let it go. I get emails from him every few days, a call at work one day out of the blue, two dozen more roses...he is a good guy but seriously? He needs to give it up.
Today, my dad would have been seventy-nine years old. He was a good man in many ways, but a monster in others. I often still miss him, though. It's too bad that we began to understand each other as he was dying. Too little too late, really.
Yesterday, my ex---my kids father, the man I was so very in love with for so very long, turned sixty-one. Holy crap, how time flies. That sounds old, even to me, I guess because when I remember him, he is a young man. The man I knew and loved is long gone, but physically, he is alive and well and still kicking, living in southern Iowa. Imagine that, after he lived all those years on Maui, he moved back to the frozen tundra of Iowa. There is no explaining some things, and that is one of them.
I was notified by email last evening that I won a Rob Dyrdek skate deck from Monster Energy drinks. I had no idea what that even was until I talked to my youngest, Jordy. He is quite excited about the win, as even at the ripe old age of twenty-five, he is still quite the skateboarder. So, when it is shipped to me next month, Jordy will have a new toy. I do remember entering the code off the box of Monster that I bought for a friend of mine last summer, as she mixes that nasty stuff with her vodka. I love to enter contests and do it quite often but have not won anything for quite some time. My last real win was the Super Bowl of 2003, all expenses paid to San Diego for three nights and four days...now that was a win!
My battle with the cold and snow is being lost, I am having a hell of time trying to maneuver my life in it. I go out only when I can guilt myself sufficiently, and when I am paid to, of course. I have only been to the gym two times this week and once it was on the way home from work. Work outs at that hour of the day are not good ones, I am way better at five am than at four pm. I am forcing myself to get there this morning, trying to get psyched for it as we speak. I believe the current temp is about five below. ZERO. Meh.
FINALLY, my hair has been cut. I don't know what day it decided to grow out of control, but I swear, I woke up one morning recently and it was just hugely too long! Then of course, it takes days to get in to my girl. She costs way too much, but she does such a good job. And she is an adorable, sweet little girl, she owns the business, and she is only twenty-two. How can I not keep going there? The fact that her place of business is only about twenty steps from the front of my building doesn't hurt, either. I have tried to move just about everything I do into this little complex of stores and business's. Which of course, is why I pay so much for everything. Like me, they all pay too much rent and that has to be paid for somehow.
I ran across an article on the web that named the fifty most famous and recognized guitar riffs of rock and roll. I have had fun with that, as I have remembered some music that had somehow escaped me over time. What do you think the number one riff was? Come on, you know you know it...
Satisfaction. As in, I Can't Get No. By the Rolling Stones. It is of course up there in the top ones...I am not sure I agree with the number one. My immediate thoughts were Clapton, the Kinks, the Dire Straits, and all of them made the list. For some reason, even the Iron Butterfly came to my mind. And it was on the list, too. In any event, I have had fun listening to music that I haven't heard in awhile.
Thursday. Usually the worst day of the week. Sucky Thursday. So...have a very happy Sucky Thursday. I'm out.
I have spent every evening all alone this week, not seeing another human being other than at work. I have kind of liked it. This is a sad fact for me, but it is the truth. I am no more interested in having anyone in my life than I am in a root canal. I want to WANT somebody. Until I do, there is no hope. Speaking of which, the man that I was seeing last summer just will NOT let it go. I get emails from him every few days, a call at work one day out of the blue, two dozen more roses...he is a good guy but seriously? He needs to give it up.
Today, my dad would have been seventy-nine years old. He was a good man in many ways, but a monster in others. I often still miss him, though. It's too bad that we began to understand each other as he was dying. Too little too late, really.
Yesterday, my ex---my kids father, the man I was so very in love with for so very long, turned sixty-one. Holy crap, how time flies. That sounds old, even to me, I guess because when I remember him, he is a young man. The man I knew and loved is long gone, but physically, he is alive and well and still kicking, living in southern Iowa. Imagine that, after he lived all those years on Maui, he moved back to the frozen tundra of Iowa. There is no explaining some things, and that is one of them.
I was notified by email last evening that I won a Rob Dyrdek skate deck from Monster Energy drinks. I had no idea what that even was until I talked to my youngest, Jordy. He is quite excited about the win, as even at the ripe old age of twenty-five, he is still quite the skateboarder. So, when it is shipped to me next month, Jordy will have a new toy. I do remember entering the code off the box of Monster that I bought for a friend of mine last summer, as she mixes that nasty stuff with her vodka. I love to enter contests and do it quite often but have not won anything for quite some time. My last real win was the Super Bowl of 2003, all expenses paid to San Diego for three nights and four days...now that was a win!
My battle with the cold and snow is being lost, I am having a hell of time trying to maneuver my life in it. I go out only when I can guilt myself sufficiently, and when I am paid to, of course. I have only been to the gym two times this week and once it was on the way home from work. Work outs at that hour of the day are not good ones, I am way better at five am than at four pm. I am forcing myself to get there this morning, trying to get psyched for it as we speak. I believe the current temp is about five below. ZERO. Meh.
FINALLY, my hair has been cut. I don't know what day it decided to grow out of control, but I swear, I woke up one morning recently and it was just hugely too long! Then of course, it takes days to get in to my girl. She costs way too much, but she does such a good job. And she is an adorable, sweet little girl, she owns the business, and she is only twenty-two. How can I not keep going there? The fact that her place of business is only about twenty steps from the front of my building doesn't hurt, either. I have tried to move just about everything I do into this little complex of stores and business's. Which of course, is why I pay so much for everything. Like me, they all pay too much rent and that has to be paid for somehow.
I ran across an article on the web that named the fifty most famous and recognized guitar riffs of rock and roll. I have had fun with that, as I have remembered some music that had somehow escaped me over time. What do you think the number one riff was? Come on, you know you know it...
Satisfaction. As in, I Can't Get No. By the Rolling Stones. It is of course up there in the top ones...I am not sure I agree with the number one. My immediate thoughts were Clapton, the Kinks, the Dire Straits, and all of them made the list. For some reason, even the Iron Butterfly came to my mind. And it was on the list, too. In any event, I have had fun listening to music that I haven't heard in awhile.
Thursday. Usually the worst day of the week. Sucky Thursday. So...have a very happy Sucky Thursday. I'm out.
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