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Life/work update:
So I've lately been feeling like I've been doing crappish at work. I probably wasn't, but that's how I felt. I thought the bossman was going to pull me aside to have a 'conversation' about my 'preformance'.
Then, bossman finds one of my three immediate co-workers passed out on the floor of the bathroom.
I feel for the guy, but clearly, I am no longer possibly in the 'least valuable employee' spot.
Order of operations for the next day goes something like this:
Previously passed-out coworker is fired. (in a nice way) He gets his stuff and leaves.
There is a few minutes of quiet work.
I cut my knuckle down to bone on a piece of glass.
I attempt to wash said cut, with the assistance of Lady co-worker, and the combination of sting and seeing my own bone triggers a kind of woosy that I recognise.
I say, 'I need to sit down now.' I do so, and then promptly pass out, scaring the sweet be-Jesus out of Lady co-worker, who thinks I might be having a seizure. She tells Girl co-worker to call 911.
While girl co-worker is talking to 911 operator, I wake up. I was enjoying being asleep, and now there's somebody (Lady) repeating 'you're okay, you're okay,' like a mantra. I say 'I need to lie down now,' get down on the floor and put my feet up on the chair. I feel slightly better, and tell Girl to hang up the phone and ask her to check the mini-kiln I was using, I don't want to stand up and find a little puddle where my experiment was.
After about twenty minutes, standing up in stages, I go back to work.
That afternoon, bossman gets a cookie cake calls an all employees meeting to introduce the new people, of which I am one. All our names are written in hummingbird-sweet frosting on the giant cookie, which we proceed to devour.
Today was normal, I swear.
Just a short break to call my doctor-mommie for a quick consult on woundcare.
Nobody passed out or anything.
So I've lately been feeling like I've been doing crappish at work. I probably wasn't, but that's how I felt. I thought the bossman was going to pull me aside to have a 'conversation' about my 'preformance'.
Then, bossman finds one of my three immediate co-workers passed out on the floor of the bathroom.
I feel for the guy, but clearly, I am no longer possibly in the 'least valuable employee' spot.
Order of operations for the next day goes something like this:
Previously passed-out coworker is fired. (in a nice way) He gets his stuff and leaves.
There is a few minutes of quiet work.
I cut my knuckle down to bone on a piece of glass.
I attempt to wash said cut, with the assistance of Lady co-worker, and the combination of sting and seeing my own bone triggers a kind of woosy that I recognise.
I say, 'I need to sit down now.' I do so, and then promptly pass out, scaring the sweet be-Jesus out of Lady co-worker, who thinks I might be having a seizure. She tells Girl co-worker to call 911.
While girl co-worker is talking to 911 operator, I wake up. I was enjoying being asleep, and now there's somebody (Lady) repeating 'you're okay, you're okay,' like a mantra. I say 'I need to lie down now,' get down on the floor and put my feet up on the chair. I feel slightly better, and tell Girl to hang up the phone and ask her to check the mini-kiln I was using, I don't want to stand up and find a little puddle where my experiment was.
After about twenty minutes, standing up in stages, I go back to work.
That afternoon, bossman gets a cookie cake calls an all employees meeting to introduce the new people, of which I am one. All our names are written in hummingbird-sweet frosting on the giant cookie, which we proceed to devour.
Today was normal, I swear.
Just a short break to call my doctor-mommie for a quick consult on woundcare.
Nobody passed out or anything.