Ok, the last few paragraphs AREN'T whiny.
Today was going "well." I woke up at 7am. Then I fell back asleep on my couch until 8:30am - oops - so I got to work late, which is fine by me. I stayed relatively busy until 1pm when I got to leave the office and go outside. Surveying with Brian wasn't too bad, it was ~35oF out... although it was snowing and I got soaked b/c I didn't have my boots. And anyway, I got home at 4:30pm. All in all, not a bad day. Then... the phone rang. My fucking boss called me at home. He wants me to go sit a drilling project next Mon & Tues b/c the guy who was supposed to, can't. Now, today was almost 40, but next week is not looking so good.
Let me tell you about cold. It's about 75oF in my apartment, I have on snuggly warm pants and a sweater, and I am on the verge of shivering. My fingers, toes, and nose are extra cold. And they want me to go out Monday and Tuesday for a drilling project when the projected high temp is 20? Sigh, I'm a wuss, I know. In good conscience, I couldn't say no. Maybe I should have. I've been having days of extreme fatigue to the point where I can't move the mouse at work. Not to mention REM-less sleep, when I can sleep for 9 hours and still be unable to open my eyes in the morning. I suppose I can force myself awake at 5am and clench my teeth through the bitter cold and make my muscles work and repeat to myself "This is why I'm leaving this job for a warmer climate at the end of the summer."
And in something vaguely related, the emergency room wasn't fun last week. Remind me not to tell the doctors when I am sitting with them and have a dizzy spell. At the end of it all they say "We couldn't find anything wrong with you." And I retort "Well fine, take all these damn wires off me, the needles out of my arm, and give me my clothes back."
Why is this a journal of my health? Bah. It's all I think about lately. Which, then, isn't surprising that I had a dream last night about a 3.5" screw coming out the back of my skull. At least it wasn't painful, but I was thoroughly confused as to how it got there. There was another screw whose tip I could feel under the skin. And, there were steel pins in there, too. I don't need a dream book to tell me what that means.
"You've got a screw loose!"
Hahaha. Which is funny in the same way as the dream I had Monday night about Saddam Hussein invading my parent's house and rearranging the kitchen furniture. It was not so funny when he shot my father in the heart and I had to press my hand over the wound to futilely stop the blood from oozing out, while my mother fell into hysterics next to me. God, I hate vivid dreams. Another pseudo-funny dream I had was Tuesday night (they're totally innundating my sleep schedule). A guy I had casually dated in July broke into my car and was searching for "evidence" of why I didn't return his phone calls. He accused me of being a heartless bitch and (the funny part) he had put on my winter hat, gloves, and the Hawaiian lei, all of which I keep in my car.
Oh, and this is funny. Last Friday my boss wrote an email to a subcontracter. This Tuesday, the subcontracter forwarded the email to me, and asked what the hell it meant. I laughed out loud in my office when I read that. This goes to prove that Paul is an immense idiot and can't convey ideas in a professional or even comprehensible way. Grrrr, I hate him. I had to fill out a form about people in my life that cause me stress, and I put down him and his wife. I get enraged just thinking about them.
Oh, I need help making this decision. My lease is up in April. I don't want to move at the end of March, and then have to pack up and move again at the end of July (I reeeeeally loathe moving. Really). So I checked out the month-to-month lease that this apartment offers, and it's pretty expensive. I can afford it, technically, but if I went to live with my parents for 4 months, I'd be saving $4000 (which includes no electric bills, cable bills, internet bills, etc). Is my mental health worth $4k? .... Apparently my insurance company doesn't think so, but I digress.
This is much longer than I intended it to be. I'm going to capitalize on the "extra" hour I have left and read more of "The Order of the Phoenix." I'm a little more than halfway done. Woot.
Let me tell you about cold. It's about 75oF in my apartment, I have on snuggly warm pants and a sweater, and I am on the verge of shivering. My fingers, toes, and nose are extra cold. And they want me to go out Monday and Tuesday for a drilling project when the projected high temp is 20? Sigh, I'm a wuss, I know. In good conscience, I couldn't say no. Maybe I should have. I've been having days of extreme fatigue to the point where I can't move the mouse at work. Not to mention REM-less sleep, when I can sleep for 9 hours and still be unable to open my eyes in the morning. I suppose I can force myself awake at 5am and clench my teeth through the bitter cold and make my muscles work and repeat to myself "This is why I'm leaving this job for a warmer climate at the end of the summer."
And in something vaguely related, the emergency room wasn't fun last week. Remind me not to tell the doctors when I am sitting with them and have a dizzy spell. At the end of it all they say "We couldn't find anything wrong with you." And I retort "Well fine, take all these damn wires off me, the needles out of my arm, and give me my clothes back."
Why is this a journal of my health? Bah. It's all I think about lately. Which, then, isn't surprising that I had a dream last night about a 3.5" screw coming out the back of my skull. At least it wasn't painful, but I was thoroughly confused as to how it got there. There was another screw whose tip I could feel under the skin. And, there were steel pins in there, too. I don't need a dream book to tell me what that means.
"You've got a screw loose!"
Hahaha. Which is funny in the same way as the dream I had Monday night about Saddam Hussein invading my parent's house and rearranging the kitchen furniture. It was not so funny when he shot my father in the heart and I had to press my hand over the wound to futilely stop the blood from oozing out, while my mother fell into hysterics next to me. God, I hate vivid dreams. Another pseudo-funny dream I had was Tuesday night (they're totally innundating my sleep schedule). A guy I had casually dated in July broke into my car and was searching for "evidence" of why I didn't return his phone calls. He accused me of being a heartless bitch and (the funny part) he had put on my winter hat, gloves, and the Hawaiian lei, all of which I keep in my car.
Oh, and this is funny. Last Friday my boss wrote an email to a subcontracter. This Tuesday, the subcontracter forwarded the email to me, and asked what the hell it meant. I laughed out loud in my office when I read that. This goes to prove that Paul is an immense idiot and can't convey ideas in a professional or even comprehensible way. Grrrr, I hate him. I had to fill out a form about people in my life that cause me stress, and I put down him and his wife. I get enraged just thinking about them.
Oh, I need help making this decision. My lease is up in April. I don't want to move at the end of March, and then have to pack up and move again at the end of July (I reeeeeally loathe moving. Really). So I checked out the month-to-month lease that this apartment offers, and it's pretty expensive. I can afford it, technically, but if I went to live with my parents for 4 months, I'd be saving $4000 (which includes no electric bills, cable bills, internet bills, etc). Is my mental health worth $4k? .... Apparently my insurance company doesn't think so, but I digress.
This is much longer than I intended it to be. I'm going to capitalize on the "extra" hour I have left and read more of "The Order of the Phoenix." I'm a little more than halfway done. Woot.