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Ugh, I hate when I cannot sleep. My brain will not let me sleep, at all, even if my body is exhausted. I just lay in bed, whimpering like a sad puppy. I just tried to go to sleep for the past hour and NOTHING. Ugh. And it's not even like I can really do other things. I have things to do, just not the energy to do them. Dishes, my bed room (Jen you still have my vacuum, and I just realized this now, not that I really care, just amused) anyways, I have to go clothes shopping....However if I even try, I fear my legs will give out on me because they're not well rested. I would just love to put my iPod on right now, jam away to music while cleaning my poor kitchen. Sob.
Even better would be to actually sleep.
I'm still fucking waiting for my refund from the Feds. I threw my info at them as soon as I got my W-2 and asked for my federal refund to be mailed out to me, since I tend to spend any money that gets direct deposited in my account and I want to keep at least some of the money. There's a website out there that the IRS put out that allows you to see when you're going to receive your refund, and according to that site, my refund was mailed out on February 8th. It tells me I have to wait until March 8th before I can take action and....that's tomorrow. If I don't get my money by tomorrow..I might freak out. I want to book the hotel for Chicago, and I cannot without my refund and those hotels are not going to be there forever! Plus I sort of want to attempt to buy a fish tank stand/rest of equipment for my 30 gallon (Sorry, -29-) if at all possible. My poor tank is just sitting in my living room going "Are you ever going to use me???"
Work is...work. You know how it is, I go back and forth on it. Hate it, love it, blah blah. Though apparently I was attempting to kill my worker, Dillon, last night. I had to change the Coke tanks (Coke is the only drink we get in bulk, everything else comes in five gallon Bag-in-Boxes, and we have two tanks, sometimes they need to be switched) and went to go vent the empty tank (it's pressurized with CO2 to help send it along the store). Apparently I didn't put the vent hose on properly and five minutes later our CO2 detector started screaming at us. I was in the lobby at the time, cleaning the beverage bar nozzles and Dillon runs up to me "CARRIE THE STORE IS GOING TO EXPLODE, SOME ALARM IS GOING OFF BACK THERE!!!!!!!" Okay, so not that dramatic, but fairly close. He did mention that he was afraid that the store was going to explode. I went back there and was confused, because I've never encountered that situation before. I know CO2 can be fairly deadly though, especially with the amounts we have back there. If the leak is sufficient, one can suffocate within minutes and not even realize. Thankfully there is a gigantic door right next to our three tanks (CO2 and two coke tanks) that allowed me to air out the back room and figure out what the hell was going on before I killed myself trying to fix the problem. And for the rest of the night Dillon was like "Sniff, you tried to kill me!!"
So is anyone still reading at this point? Sorry. I'm sleepy and apparently rambling.
Oh, and I got new fishies!! Well, they're not new anymore; I've had them for about two weeks (which I need to clean the tank). Two new Tri-colored and two Pim cats, which is what I had before my poor tank was massively attacked by Ich. I never realized how HUGE my old fish were. I knew my one old tri colored was big, but damn! I put these new fish in and they are TINY!!!!!! Itty bitty fishies!!! Love!
Anyways, I'm going to go ramble somewhere else and save someones sanity, if anyone ever really had sanity. And apparently I can no longer type, because I am doing typos every two letters.
Stupid body...
Even better would be to actually sleep.
I'm still fucking waiting for my refund from the Feds. I threw my info at them as soon as I got my W-2 and asked for my federal refund to be mailed out to me, since I tend to spend any money that gets direct deposited in my account and I want to keep at least some of the money. There's a website out there that the IRS put out that allows you to see when you're going to receive your refund, and according to that site, my refund was mailed out on February 8th. It tells me I have to wait until March 8th before I can take action and....that's tomorrow. If I don't get my money by tomorrow..I might freak out. I want to book the hotel for Chicago, and I cannot without my refund and those hotels are not going to be there forever! Plus I sort of want to attempt to buy a fish tank stand/rest of equipment for my 30 gallon (Sorry, -29-) if at all possible. My poor tank is just sitting in my living room going "Are you ever going to use me???"
Work is...work. You know how it is, I go back and forth on it. Hate it, love it, blah blah. Though apparently I was attempting to kill my worker, Dillon, last night. I had to change the Coke tanks (Coke is the only drink we get in bulk, everything else comes in five gallon Bag-in-Boxes, and we have two tanks, sometimes they need to be switched) and went to go vent the empty tank (it's pressurized with CO2 to help send it along the store). Apparently I didn't put the vent hose on properly and five minutes later our CO2 detector started screaming at us. I was in the lobby at the time, cleaning the beverage bar nozzles and Dillon runs up to me "CARRIE THE STORE IS GOING TO EXPLODE, SOME ALARM IS GOING OFF BACK THERE!!!!!!!" Okay, so not that dramatic, but fairly close. He did mention that he was afraid that the store was going to explode. I went back there and was confused, because I've never encountered that situation before. I know CO2 can be fairly deadly though, especially with the amounts we have back there. If the leak is sufficient, one can suffocate within minutes and not even realize. Thankfully there is a gigantic door right next to our three tanks (CO2 and two coke tanks) that allowed me to air out the back room and figure out what the hell was going on before I killed myself trying to fix the problem. And for the rest of the night Dillon was like "Sniff, you tried to kill me!!"
So is anyone still reading at this point? Sorry. I'm sleepy and apparently rambling.
Oh, and I got new fishies!! Well, they're not new anymore; I've had them for about two weeks (which I need to clean the tank). Two new Tri-colored and two Pim cats, which is what I had before my poor tank was massively attacked by Ich. I never realized how HUGE my old fish were. I knew my one old tri colored was big, but damn! I put these new fish in and they are TINY!!!!!! Itty bitty fishies!!! Love!
Anyways, I'm going to go ramble somewhere else and save someones sanity, if anyone ever really had sanity. And apparently I can no longer type, because I am doing typos every two letters.
Stupid body...