Good stuff/bad stuff.
Bad (now upgraded to meh) stuff: I'm having to learn reception duties in preparation for the new receptionist having a few days off for vacation, as there will be absolutely no one to cover for her but me. (One of the two days I'm due to work reception, we're open all day but no one will be able to come in in the morning. Except me. That's right. I will be working both reception AND assistant for half a day. Gaaaaaah.) It's work I never really wanted to do and I've discovered that if I'd actually applied for that to be my job I would've died inside because... I dunno, doing it in stints is fine, but if the paperwork and the checking people out and the constant answering the phone were my sole job? *shudders* Not enough animals! Not enough by far!
Good stuff: I'm on to work this Thursday morning as assistant. Jo wants me to come in one day and do reception when I'm not usually working. At first she was going to have me do it Saturday morning (thus missing out on a weekend with Ben, pretty much), but then she was all like, aww, Gina usually goes to see her boyfriend on the weekends, can she come in during the week so she doesn't have to on the weekend? So I'm going to do assisting Thursday morning and reception Thursday evening (when I wasn't 'supposed' to come in), AAAAAAND that means I get to see my favoritest puppy ever, because he's coming in for his boosters Thursday afternoon. Squee!!! Oh, and I get to see Ben, too, I guess. ;) Just kidding, I love Ben EVEN MORE than my favoritest puppy... but it's close. ;)
Bad stuff: I have two massive bruises on my thighs and can't remember where either of them came from. One is the size my thumb (and I have long thumbs), and a jagged blue in appearance. The other I only noticed at work today, and is a palpable lump the size and shape of a fat, medium-length slug. (It's not as squishy as a slug, though; a bit firmer.) It's blue with tinges of black and is warm to the touch. The hell??? Where did THAT come from? Then in the bathroom, getting dressed, I totally accidentally kneed the porcelain counter really hard. Brilliant! Ginormous bruise number 3!
I r smart.
Good stuff: I'm on to work this Thursday morning as assistant. Jo wants me to come in one day and do reception when I'm not usually working. At first she was going to have me do it Saturday morning (thus missing out on a weekend with Ben, pretty much), but then she was all like, aww, Gina usually goes to see her boyfriend on the weekends, can she come in during the week so she doesn't have to on the weekend? So I'm going to do assisting Thursday morning and reception Thursday evening (when I wasn't 'supposed' to come in), AAAAAAND that means I get to see my favoritest puppy ever, because he's coming in for his boosters Thursday afternoon. Squee!!! Oh, and I get to see Ben, too, I guess. ;) Just kidding, I love Ben EVEN MORE than my favoritest puppy... but it's close. ;)
Bad stuff: I have two massive bruises on my thighs and can't remember where either of them came from. One is the size my thumb (and I have long thumbs), and a jagged blue in appearance. The other I only noticed at work today, and is a palpable lump the size and shape of a fat, medium-length slug. (It's not as squishy as a slug, though; a bit firmer.) It's blue with tinges of black and is warm to the touch. The hell??? Where did THAT come from? Then in the bathroom, getting dressed, I totally accidentally kneed the porcelain counter really hard. Brilliant! Ginormous bruise number 3!
I r smart.