Chapter 7a- R.I.P. Cliff Burton 18 years ago today
I'll now direct you to my Complaint Department:
The entire left side of my throat has had a pulsing pain running through it the entire day today. It's slowly moving over to my right side, and my throat glands are still swollen. I don't even have a sore throat either. My mother demanded that I call the doctor again tomorrow morning, but I feel like I'm annoying the hell out of him. He's ordered another test for me, and yeah we haven't figured out the mysterious virus or whatever I have, but he's taking steps and I'm sure doesn't need to be bugged. (I've only called him twice though in the past two months) I guess that's just me not wanted to burden people. I wonder where I got that issue from...hmmm. my mother...my past bf's....ok, anyway. I also conceal and blow off pain too easily- using the I'm fine, I'll get over it attitude with the people around me...I just annoy all of you, and complain about it here instead. :)
A quick jog over to the Management Team:
I've been forcing myself to eat so my sugar level doesn't crash, but I have absolutely no appetite what so ever. (Usually I have an appetite, but just ignore it for a good part of the day)
Next we'll head to Customer Service:
It took me 6 months, but today at work I was surprised with my very own mailbox space. I've never had a mailbox at a place of employment before. I've had email, but no mailbox. Yes, I know it may not be that big of deal to most people, but it's the little things in life that often excite me the most.
And on to Human Resources:
I've been getting very positive responses on my poetry lately. That makes me feel really good. English has always been my worst subject as I have no vocabulary what so ever. (The thesaurus is a good friend of mine). I've been reading a lot of other poems lately which seem so sophisticated compared to mine. I do enjoy writing though. I'm glad I've been inspired to be poetic again. I'm content with the poems I present to others, and considering the perfectionist that I am in regards to my work, content is good enough for me.
That concludes our tour for the evening.
Thank you and goodnight.
The entire left side of my throat has had a pulsing pain running through it the entire day today. It's slowly moving over to my right side, and my throat glands are still swollen. I don't even have a sore throat either. My mother demanded that I call the doctor again tomorrow morning, but I feel like I'm annoying the hell out of him. He's ordered another test for me, and yeah we haven't figured out the mysterious virus or whatever I have, but he's taking steps and I'm sure doesn't need to be bugged. (I've only called him twice though in the past two months) I guess that's just me not wanted to burden people. I wonder where I got that issue from...hmmm. my mother...my past bf's....ok, anyway. I also conceal and blow off pain too easily- using the I'm fine, I'll get over it attitude with the people around me...I just annoy all of you, and complain about it here instead. :)
A quick jog over to the Management Team:
I've been forcing myself to eat so my sugar level doesn't crash, but I have absolutely no appetite what so ever. (Usually I have an appetite, but just ignore it for a good part of the day)
Next we'll head to Customer Service:
It took me 6 months, but today at work I was surprised with my very own mailbox space. I've never had a mailbox at a place of employment before. I've had email, but no mailbox. Yes, I know it may not be that big of deal to most people, but it's the little things in life that often excite me the most.
And on to Human Resources:
I've been getting very positive responses on my poetry lately. That makes me feel really good. English has always been my worst subject as I have no vocabulary what so ever. (The thesaurus is a good friend of mine). I've been reading a lot of other poems lately which seem so sophisticated compared to mine. I do enjoy writing though. I'm glad I've been inspired to be poetic again. I'm content with the poems I present to others, and considering the perfectionist that I am in regards to my work, content is good enough for me.
That concludes our tour for the evening.
Thank you and goodnight.