robble-robble-robble!
baby's first sinus infection. ahh, good times. i had/have this cold, and last week i got this blinding headache, worst i've ever had, and so naturally assumed i was dying. the girlfriend intervened, however, and rather than ending up in the emergency room i ended up full of drugs with a cold face mask.
work is progressing... swimmingly. i've been accepted and adopted into at least one group of staff, pretty much the most fun staff. there are two sets of people that work there, two shifts, two 'sides'. one has a lot of fun. the other is kind of loud and annoying, and not in the fun way. i think when i go in next this week it'll be the fun side. actually, i could have went in today or yesterday and gotten to work with them too, but home renovation takes priority this week. plus, i'm already scheduled for 4 days in, though they're all shitty 7 hour shifts, racking me up a pathetic 28 hours so far this week. and probably that much in total, really, since i don'tsure as hell don't see myself going in on saturday.
been painting since saturday. it's kind of a huge pain in the ass, and we've only gotten 2 rooms done out of, oh, i don't know, a fucking billion. problems keep arising. paint sticks to the tape. fixtures don't actually fit in where they're supposed to. the bathroom mirror is still in the office, and i really need to shave today.
i guess i should get at it, huh?
so, the girlfriend's cat kind of sounds like the hamburglar stuck in a bear trap, in that she makes this noise announcing when she's about to puke. i guess it's nice to have a warning, so you can get her off whatever upholstery she's on, but it'll scare the living shit out of you at 3 am. good times.
having a house is fucking weird.
no no, fucking weird, holmes. you don't know.
or as my dumb kids at work would say;
'ya dunn-no.'
but i think that means something different.
god, someone tell me where i put my ebonics dictionary?
work is progressing... swimmingly. i've been accepted and adopted into at least one group of staff, pretty much the most fun staff. there are two sets of people that work there, two shifts, two 'sides'. one has a lot of fun. the other is kind of loud and annoying, and not in the fun way. i think when i go in next this week it'll be the fun side. actually, i could have went in today or yesterday and gotten to work with them too, but home renovation takes priority this week. plus, i'm already scheduled for 4 days in, though they're all shitty 7 hour shifts, racking me up a pathetic 28 hours so far this week. and probably that much in total, really, since i don'tsure as hell don't see myself going in on saturday.
been painting since saturday. it's kind of a huge pain in the ass, and we've only gotten 2 rooms done out of, oh, i don't know, a fucking billion. problems keep arising. paint sticks to the tape. fixtures don't actually fit in where they're supposed to. the bathroom mirror is still in the office, and i really need to shave today.
i guess i should get at it, huh?
so, the girlfriend's cat kind of sounds like the hamburglar stuck in a bear trap, in that she makes this noise announcing when she's about to puke. i guess it's nice to have a warning, so you can get her off whatever upholstery she's on, but it'll scare the living shit out of you at 3 am. good times.
having a house is fucking weird.
no no, fucking weird, holmes. you don't know.
or as my dumb kids at work would say;
'ya dunn-no.'
but i think that means something different.
god, someone tell me where i put my ebonics dictionary?