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AMANDA IS HERE!!!!! omg i missed her! So apparently, now the third floor is the happenin place to be today... Her, me, her boyfriend, Brittany, Scott and Sylvia were all piled up here talking and then migrating to the computer to watch various flash cartoons and having a good ol' time. :) I've got everyone singing the "Banana Phone" song now.
So everyone is going out tonight, I think... but I can't go... no money. I'll have some mac and cheese tonight, watch the olympics maybe, and go to bed. I have tomorrow AND Tuesday off, so I'm glad... I get a break.
Turns out my wrist problems are pretty durn common among cake decorators. Denise has had to go through physical therapy once for it... Piggly Wiggly paid for it too. And my boss used to wear a wrist brace when she decorated. I think the wrist brace would be pretty useless and almost a hinderance though. I have noticed though, that the pain and disability isn't always there... I'm fine when I go in... about halfway through the day, I can tell it's starting to hurt, and by the end of the day, I can't hold a sprinkle box up with one hand. I've also noticed that cracking my knuckles only speeds up the symptoms, so I gotta work on resisting the urge.
I did a very Virgo thing today. I made copies of all our random scraps of paper at work that we've saved up that have different item numbers on it. We punch those item numbers in the label machine and it prints out labels... We used to have a nice neat list... but something happened to it and we can't find it... so we've been jotting down numbers here and there on some papers. I made copies so they still had them to look at, and I took the copies home and made a spreadsheet :) I rock.
My flirting with Justin is a flip-flop between good banter and trainwreck embarrassing. He likes to tell me I've missed a spot, or "Don't mess up"... he told me not to mess up today and I stopped and looked at him, and then I broke into a smile unwillingly (it is SO STRANGE how I can't NOT smile at him) and I did my best to pretend to be mad, but it's obviously not working... and I said something real dumb like "Don't tell me what to do" and as I said it, a nice fat blob of icing came out of the tip of the icing bag I was holding and landed haphazardly on the cake. So in essence, he tells me not to mess up... I tell him not to tell me that... and then I mess up. I'm such a loser. I need to just keep to myself sometimes.
Alright, well i have a headache and I'm real tired, so I think I'm gonna hop in bed now. Later yo.
So everyone is going out tonight, I think... but I can't go... no money. I'll have some mac and cheese tonight, watch the olympics maybe, and go to bed. I have tomorrow AND Tuesday off, so I'm glad... I get a break.
Turns out my wrist problems are pretty durn common among cake decorators. Denise has had to go through physical therapy once for it... Piggly Wiggly paid for it too. And my boss used to wear a wrist brace when she decorated. I think the wrist brace would be pretty useless and almost a hinderance though. I have noticed though, that the pain and disability isn't always there... I'm fine when I go in... about halfway through the day, I can tell it's starting to hurt, and by the end of the day, I can't hold a sprinkle box up with one hand. I've also noticed that cracking my knuckles only speeds up the symptoms, so I gotta work on resisting the urge.
I did a very Virgo thing today. I made copies of all our random scraps of paper at work that we've saved up that have different item numbers on it. We punch those item numbers in the label machine and it prints out labels... We used to have a nice neat list... but something happened to it and we can't find it... so we've been jotting down numbers here and there on some papers. I made copies so they still had them to look at, and I took the copies home and made a spreadsheet :) I rock.
My flirting with Justin is a flip-flop between good banter and trainwreck embarrassing. He likes to tell me I've missed a spot, or "Don't mess up"... he told me not to mess up today and I stopped and looked at him, and then I broke into a smile unwillingly (it is SO STRANGE how I can't NOT smile at him) and I did my best to pretend to be mad, but it's obviously not working... and I said something real dumb like "Don't tell me what to do" and as I said it, a nice fat blob of icing came out of the tip of the icing bag I was holding and landed haphazardly on the cake. So in essence, he tells me not to mess up... I tell him not to tell me that... and then I mess up. I'm such a loser. I need to just keep to myself sometimes.
Alright, well i have a headache and I'm real tired, so I think I'm gonna hop in bed now. Later yo.