It had to happen sometime, right?
I think I had a bad day today. Why, might you ask, do I say think? Well, becuase I don't really have bad days. I'm the sort that tries my best to never let things get to me too deeply. I mean, things annoy me all the time, but I usually forget about them by the end of the day. Maybe it's a mental issue, or bad memory, but either way I don't have a bad day very often. In fact, I'm already feelling better, so maybe I only had half a bad day?
Anyway, I didn't sleep a wink last night, so I was tired when I got up. Then I get to work and a friend of mine that had suffered a seizure for no apparent reason yesterday was there, he was on the way to a doc for a second opinion and had stopped by for some of his things and to let everyone know that he was okay, but the second that he left everyone starts talking about him. As soon as he's out of earshot one of the old biddies says that it should be obvious what's wrong with him. I wasn't a part of this conversation, even though they were trying to include me, but my station was right next to theirs so I couldn't not hear them. Well, apparently because he's had one seizure, called in sick on two, maybe three, days in the past six months and is gay, it must be AIDS. WTF? Then they start to talk about some other co-workers who also weren't there, because I know that none of them has the guts to say any of this to thier faces. Makes me wonder wha they say about me when I'm not there. Hell, I know they already think I'm a freak. I mean, the company told me my hair was too bright and I come in the next day with my head shaved? And let's not even start with the fact that someone overheard a conversation with a friend of mine and found out (not that I ever knew it was a secret, I just hadn't made an annoucement over the PA) that I'm bisexual, which apparently is terribly weird. Their eyes nearly dropped out of thier sockets when I came into work in the corset a few weeks back. I really need to set up a listening device or something so that I can hear the coversations about me *LOL* Anyway, back to the bad day. Next I find out that my favorite member of housekeeping is being layed off. Then, I start feeling sick to my stomach. Probably something I ate in the employee dinning room. So, I sit a trash bin next to my station. While I'm on a call one of the other old biddies comes over and takes it, looking at the un-dumped trash, which she apparently recognizes, and say that this is the bin that was at her desk yesterday. WTFA(-gain)? But the calls kept comming, so I couldn't even say anything. So, I decided to say to hell with all of it and I came home early. Which, I feel bad about because I was supposed to take no EOs (early outs) on this pay period because this one is the spending money for my trip next month. Then I stopped at Target on the way home for a few things (and to pick up a copy of my guilty pleasure, the newest LKH book) and decided to get lunch at the new Pizza Hut they just put in. I ate half of a personal pizza before I felt sick again. I actually ended up giving the rest of it to a bum who was sitting at the corner. Hope he enjoyed it, because I sure as hell couldn't. Now, since I've been home, I haven't stayed out of the bathroom for more than 20 minutes at a time! I hate being sick to my stomach. It's my second least favorite thing to be sick with, behind cramps. Now I feel awful, and guilty for leaving work, and mostly just drained and unhappy. And I don't even have anyone here to get my drinks and rub my aching back. Damn, I need to get a house boy! *LOL*
But, on the up side, my mermaid fic is nearly done. I'm just sorry that it's not as smutty as the stuff I'm usually known for. But, then again, my slashy fairy tales tend to be more PG than my usuall stuff. Mostly though, this one is on-screne sex free because I couldn't figure out the mechanics of fish (merman) sex without squicking myself out. Still, I'm mostly happy with how it turned out, and it's gotten me ready to start writing on "Second Sight" again. So, at least I've accomplished something this week. Yay!
I feel like crawling into bed and watching an over the top musical or something. I just don't know what to write. Hey, someone needs to make an uber-musical so that I can watch all of my faves at once! Jean Valjean can suffer a horrible botched sex change operation at the Paris Opera House. Looking for a change in senery after the accident he can move to NYC, where he'll sing about the high price of rent, eventually falling in love with the leader of an all singing all dancing street gang, who it will turn out is actually a singing puppet. They can adopt some singing orpahans too. Then, in the grand finale, he can be crucified while the Wicked Witch of the West sings the theme to Oklahoma while the Beast makes a run for the African jungle, being chased all the while by the Repo man, who wants to reposses his organs. And it can all take place under the sea. Or in Chicago. We can put the stars in rollerskates and short-shorts too, just for fun. What do you think, does it have a furture on Broadway *LOL*
Anyway, I didn't sleep a wink last night, so I was tired when I got up. Then I get to work and a friend of mine that had suffered a seizure for no apparent reason yesterday was there, he was on the way to a doc for a second opinion and had stopped by for some of his things and to let everyone know that he was okay, but the second that he left everyone starts talking about him. As soon as he's out of earshot one of the old biddies says that it should be obvious what's wrong with him. I wasn't a part of this conversation, even though they were trying to include me, but my station was right next to theirs so I couldn't not hear them. Well, apparently because he's had one seizure, called in sick on two, maybe three, days in the past six months and is gay, it must be AIDS. WTF? Then they start to talk about some other co-workers who also weren't there, because I know that none of them has the guts to say any of this to thier faces. Makes me wonder wha they say about me when I'm not there. Hell, I know they already think I'm a freak. I mean, the company told me my hair was too bright and I come in the next day with my head shaved? And let's not even start with the fact that someone overheard a conversation with a friend of mine and found out (not that I ever knew it was a secret, I just hadn't made an annoucement over the PA) that I'm bisexual, which apparently is terribly weird. Their eyes nearly dropped out of thier sockets when I came into work in the corset a few weeks back. I really need to set up a listening device or something so that I can hear the coversations about me *LOL* Anyway, back to the bad day. Next I find out that my favorite member of housekeeping is being layed off. Then, I start feeling sick to my stomach. Probably something I ate in the employee dinning room. So, I sit a trash bin next to my station. While I'm on a call one of the other old biddies comes over and takes it, looking at the un-dumped trash, which she apparently recognizes, and say that this is the bin that was at her desk yesterday. WTFA(-gain)? But the calls kept comming, so I couldn't even say anything. So, I decided to say to hell with all of it and I came home early. Which, I feel bad about because I was supposed to take no EOs (early outs) on this pay period because this one is the spending money for my trip next month. Then I stopped at Target on the way home for a few things (and to pick up a copy of my guilty pleasure, the newest LKH book) and decided to get lunch at the new Pizza Hut they just put in. I ate half of a personal pizza before I felt sick again. I actually ended up giving the rest of it to a bum who was sitting at the corner. Hope he enjoyed it, because I sure as hell couldn't. Now, since I've been home, I haven't stayed out of the bathroom for more than 20 minutes at a time! I hate being sick to my stomach. It's my second least favorite thing to be sick with, behind cramps. Now I feel awful, and guilty for leaving work, and mostly just drained and unhappy. And I don't even have anyone here to get my drinks and rub my aching back. Damn, I need to get a house boy! *LOL*
But, on the up side, my mermaid fic is nearly done. I'm just sorry that it's not as smutty as the stuff I'm usually known for. But, then again, my slashy fairy tales tend to be more PG than my usuall stuff. Mostly though, this one is on-screne sex free because I couldn't figure out the mechanics of fish (merman) sex without squicking myself out. Still, I'm mostly happy with how it turned out, and it's gotten me ready to start writing on "Second Sight" again. So, at least I've accomplished something this week. Yay!
I feel like crawling into bed and watching an over the top musical or something. I just don't know what to write. Hey, someone needs to make an uber-musical so that I can watch all of my faves at once! Jean Valjean can suffer a horrible botched sex change operation at the Paris Opera House. Looking for a change in senery after the accident he can move to NYC, where he'll sing about the high price of rent, eventually falling in love with the leader of an all singing all dancing street gang, who it will turn out is actually a singing puppet. They can adopt some singing orpahans too. Then, in the grand finale, he can be crucified while the Wicked Witch of the West sings the theme to Oklahoma while the Beast makes a run for the African jungle, being chased all the while by the Repo man, who wants to reposses his organs. And it can all take place under the sea. Or in Chicago. We can put the stars in rollerskates and short-shorts too, just for fun. What do you think, does it have a furture on Broadway *LOL*