"I've had Shabbas dinners on Friday nights, with every Shapiro in WASHINGTON HEIGHTS..."
Well, I'm all moved. My new address is now officially in Washington Heights. It's gorgeous up here! I love my new neighborhood, and my apartment is huge so I certainly can't complain. The kitties are already itching to get out of my bedroom after just a day in here, so that's a great sign. I am planning on unpacking today. I had planned on laundry at the same time but I can't will myself to go downtown to find an open bank (my bank, Commerce, is not up this way and it's just about the only one open on Sundays). And so, I have off tomorrow, and instead of multi-tasking, I'll just unpack today, and do laundry and relax tomorrow. Probably better that way anyway.
Let's take a moment for my tonsils. Of course it's been like a MINUTE since I had strep last, so we knew it was coming, but did it have to come this week as I had to move?? Felt it coming on on Wed night...Started taking some leftover meds to keep it at bay, but spiked a 103.5 fever (yes, that high) on Friday morning. I had such drama on Friday I can't even tell you...Let me lay down my series of unfortunate events!
First, woke up with a really high fever. Now mind you, I was scheduled for a double on Friday!! I was scheduled that afternoon and picked up that night like a week ago. Obviously one can not function with that high of a fever and two hours before I was supposed to be there I called in, to call out. My manager Dawn, who is a pretty big hard ass, told me I could call out for my afternoon shift and to take some asprin and rest but that I couldn't call out of my evening shift because I had picked it up and therefore it was my responsibility. Now in MY mind, ALL of my shifts--picked up for not--are my responsibility!! But whatever, so I was like, wtf am I supposed to do?? I was so upset I called my mom and was crying and felt awful, and just, you know how it is when you get sick, especially THAT sick, and especially at the complete WRONG TIME. She told me to get my ass into the doctor and get a note and to take it into work, that they can't legally let me work if I have a note from the doctor saying I can't. The last thing I want to be in a pain in the ass to my job, especially since this is a chronic problem, but I literally was not going to get better in 3 hours! It just doesn't happen! I was going to go to the doctor anyway so I hauled my ass on over there, dressed and ready for work incase they actually made me go through with it. She took my temp and it was like at 102-something (AFTER Tylenol...That's just sad), and of course saw it was my usual crap. Gave me another prescription, and when I told her what happened with my job and asked for a note, she said she would call them right then and there because she didn't even want me to go all the way back down there, she just wanted me to go back to bed! SO, she called and talked to Dawn and Dawn backed right down and said for her to just fax the note over. So my doctor did, and all was well. I hope my job isn't mad at me, but I literally was not able to work...So in a situation like that, what are you supposed to do?
To make matters worse, while I was dealing with being really sick AND my stupid job being douchey about things (I understand they don't want people slacking on shifts they themselves took on, but I mean really, you should trust your employees until they give you reason NOT to trust them, in my opinion...)....I got a call while I was at the doctor's office from my friend from work, Dean, who was using the same movers I was. Actually, I got the number from him, because he and another coworker, Christina, were both using the movers this weekend. So I figured awesome, at least they'd be somewhat familiar. Well...He called me and said they NO-SHOWED ON HIM! After 5 hours of calling them seeing where they were, and them just saying they were running late...They stopped taking his calls altogether, and they never showed up. Unbelievable...Thankfully we didn't have to pay a deposit or anything! So he was in line at Uhaul, and was going to have to move himself, alone. I certainly couldn't help him because I was sick, and Josh was planning on helping me the next day but was working a double on Friday so he couldn't even help Dean. It was sad, I felt so bad for him :( But anyway, I was like, FUCK THAT, I am taking NO chances...I mean someone was moving into my room TODAY, as in SUNDAY, so I couldn't risk these guys not coming for me! I went online and made a Uhaul reservation (as if I didn't have enough to deal with on Friday night, ugh), and then Dean called me and said that he'd split the cost of the truck with me and I could just use his truck on Saturday, since it didn't have to be back until 4. It helped us both out, so that's what we did. Josh, totally rose to the occasion and took it upon himself to go get the truck at Dean's in Queens, then take it back to Brooklyn to where he lives. He then came to my place early yesterday morning, and my mom also came up to sit in the car and do whatever helping she could. Meanwhile, I was still running fever, and had to basically move myself into my new apartment with their help! I mean really...It was the best sick day ever...lol.
(Did I really just put "lol" in a journal post? Who does that?)
(Anyway.)
Josh worked his ass off, and I never had to ask him to do a thing. He's also planning on coming to my mom's wedding, as I mentioned before, and he texted me all last night. So it makes me wonder if he's missing me just as much as I'm missing him...I think he must be. I got a kiss goodbye yesterday, too. I really, really miss him and am having a hard time with this...I just hope he comes back. You realize when you don't have something, how badly you really want it...And I really do want him. We'll see. Patience is a virtue.
So, that was my series of unfortunate events for the weekend. Very stressful! At least my mom spent the night last night and we were able to explore my neighborhood a little bit. I have a new Italian restaurant spot that's crazy cheap and crazy good, so that's exciting. I think this is going to work out great. Did I mention there's a huge park one block up from me? It's quite lovely. And, my room is so big that all of my furniture, plus a desk and bookcase that were in here from before that I'm making use of, PLUS my sofa, all fit in here with room to spare! Very exciting. I'm going to hook up my TV and everything with the couch and coffee table right by it, so it'll be like a little den-within-my-room thing. I also think it'll help me sleep better at night without a TV right in front of me, it's just too tempting! Very cozy, n'est pas?
...I smell a housewarming party. Gotta break this baby in with some margaritas and tapas!...Or just pizza and beer, whatever.
I have a positive feeling about things...I'll feel more positive when I can find everything, so on that note, I'm off to unpack.
Let's take a moment for my tonsils. Of course it's been like a MINUTE since I had strep last, so we knew it was coming, but did it have to come this week as I had to move?? Felt it coming on on Wed night...Started taking some leftover meds to keep it at bay, but spiked a 103.5 fever (yes, that high) on Friday morning. I had such drama on Friday I can't even tell you...Let me lay down my series of unfortunate events!
First, woke up with a really high fever. Now mind you, I was scheduled for a double on Friday!! I was scheduled that afternoon and picked up that night like a week ago. Obviously one can not function with that high of a fever and two hours before I was supposed to be there I called in, to call out. My manager Dawn, who is a pretty big hard ass, told me I could call out for my afternoon shift and to take some asprin and rest but that I couldn't call out of my evening shift because I had picked it up and therefore it was my responsibility. Now in MY mind, ALL of my shifts--picked up for not--are my responsibility!! But whatever, so I was like, wtf am I supposed to do?? I was so upset I called my mom and was crying and felt awful, and just, you know how it is when you get sick, especially THAT sick, and especially at the complete WRONG TIME. She told me to get my ass into the doctor and get a note and to take it into work, that they can't legally let me work if I have a note from the doctor saying I can't. The last thing I want to be in a pain in the ass to my job, especially since this is a chronic problem, but I literally was not going to get better in 3 hours! It just doesn't happen! I was going to go to the doctor anyway so I hauled my ass on over there, dressed and ready for work incase they actually made me go through with it. She took my temp and it was like at 102-something (AFTER Tylenol...That's just sad), and of course saw it was my usual crap. Gave me another prescription, and when I told her what happened with my job and asked for a note, she said she would call them right then and there because she didn't even want me to go all the way back down there, she just wanted me to go back to bed! SO, she called and talked to Dawn and Dawn backed right down and said for her to just fax the note over. So my doctor did, and all was well. I hope my job isn't mad at me, but I literally was not able to work...So in a situation like that, what are you supposed to do?
To make matters worse, while I was dealing with being really sick AND my stupid job being douchey about things (I understand they don't want people slacking on shifts they themselves took on, but I mean really, you should trust your employees until they give you reason NOT to trust them, in my opinion...)....I got a call while I was at the doctor's office from my friend from work, Dean, who was using the same movers I was. Actually, I got the number from him, because he and another coworker, Christina, were both using the movers this weekend. So I figured awesome, at least they'd be somewhat familiar. Well...He called me and said they NO-SHOWED ON HIM! After 5 hours of calling them seeing where they were, and them just saying they were running late...They stopped taking his calls altogether, and they never showed up. Unbelievable...Thankfully we didn't have to pay a deposit or anything! So he was in line at Uhaul, and was going to have to move himself, alone. I certainly couldn't help him because I was sick, and Josh was planning on helping me the next day but was working a double on Friday so he couldn't even help Dean. It was sad, I felt so bad for him :( But anyway, I was like, FUCK THAT, I am taking NO chances...I mean someone was moving into my room TODAY, as in SUNDAY, so I couldn't risk these guys not coming for me! I went online and made a Uhaul reservation (as if I didn't have enough to deal with on Friday night, ugh), and then Dean called me and said that he'd split the cost of the truck with me and I could just use his truck on Saturday, since it didn't have to be back until 4. It helped us both out, so that's what we did. Josh, totally rose to the occasion and took it upon himself to go get the truck at Dean's in Queens, then take it back to Brooklyn to where he lives. He then came to my place early yesterday morning, and my mom also came up to sit in the car and do whatever helping she could. Meanwhile, I was still running fever, and had to basically move myself into my new apartment with their help! I mean really...It was the best sick day ever...lol.
(Did I really just put "lol" in a journal post? Who does that?)
(Anyway.)
Josh worked his ass off, and I never had to ask him to do a thing. He's also planning on coming to my mom's wedding, as I mentioned before, and he texted me all last night. So it makes me wonder if he's missing me just as much as I'm missing him...I think he must be. I got a kiss goodbye yesterday, too. I really, really miss him and am having a hard time with this...I just hope he comes back. You realize when you don't have something, how badly you really want it...And I really do want him. We'll see. Patience is a virtue.
So, that was my series of unfortunate events for the weekend. Very stressful! At least my mom spent the night last night and we were able to explore my neighborhood a little bit. I have a new Italian restaurant spot that's crazy cheap and crazy good, so that's exciting. I think this is going to work out great. Did I mention there's a huge park one block up from me? It's quite lovely. And, my room is so big that all of my furniture, plus a desk and bookcase that were in here from before that I'm making use of, PLUS my sofa, all fit in here with room to spare! Very exciting. I'm going to hook up my TV and everything with the couch and coffee table right by it, so it'll be like a little den-within-my-room thing. I also think it'll help me sleep better at night without a TV right in front of me, it's just too tempting! Very cozy, n'est pas?
...I smell a housewarming party. Gotta break this baby in with some margaritas and tapas!...Or just pizza and beer, whatever.
I have a positive feeling about things...I'll feel more positive when I can find everything, so on that note, I'm off to unpack.