this is why you have to go behind the pharmacy counter now to buy anything with ephedrine in it
So it's friday. Big whoop. I'm so tired of being tired, of not sleeping, of fumbling like an idiot on a regular basis. And while it's really my Thursday rather than my friday (as I had monday off), it's also my Tuesday (because my next day off is next tuesday, so monday will be my Friday, sunday will be my Thursday, get it? Got it? Good).
On the plus side, our regular scheduling manager's back from helping out the PF store and he gave me my regular start time - 6.30 am. Even weirder, it's 4 8 hour days, 1 7 hour day and an hour long 'bread bash' where we learn about all the new stuff we're getting. Woo hoo! Anyway, while they generally suck, they generally NEVER go only an hour. Which means either overtime or early home-going for me on friday. (Oh, yeah, because my other day off is saturday. Because it's blacked out. Now if I could just get sundays . . . )
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Finished Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief yesterday. Surprisingly, I liked it. A lot. I haven't read much young adult fiction (in fact, probably more since I turned 20 than while I was actually a young adult), but it seems rather complex, morally. As in, the 'bad' characters aren't always bad and people have layers. Is this common in ya fiction? Because I sort of skipped over most of it and went right on to adult fiction because I thought it was boring, frankly.
How off base am I on this? Any kids lit people out there?
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And with no attempt at transition, Target had a big sale and I got a lighted water fountain gurgly thing with rocks and whatnot. It's very pretty, I like the noise and the lighting is nothing like as tacky as it sounds. But it smells weird when it's on. Like plastic, obviously, but chemical-y too. I almost wonder if I should run it in another room (not my bedroom) to work out all that off-gassing. Or can sleep deprivation make you smell things that aren't there? Because yesterday I smelled grilled cheese all day (like my mom made, with butter to get the outside all crispy and loads of cheddar cheese, not like we do at work on a healthy press with American cheese) and the day before that was popcorn (though everyone else smelled that too, so that doesn't really count).
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And for anyone I know because we watch the same telly or read the same books, does anyone watch Warehouse 13? Because I sort of feel like I'm getting hit over the head with the slash bat with Myka and HG. And it's not that I mind (in fact, I would read it), it just seems a bit much. Unless is subtle and I'm reading into it, in which case, I should probably do something about that . . .
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Mom hooked me up on e-mail with a new friend of hers from work. She's working for State right now, but has done lots of visa intake and settlement. Anyway, I was talking to her about the GU thing and basically just using her as a sounding board ("as someone who's done this work, is this a) useless, b) helpful, c) crazy, or d) really freakin' awesome") and she said some really sweet things and made me feel so much better about feeling lost professionally. As in, sometimes I wish I wanted to be a lawyer or doctor or teacher or something so that I could have a plan, a path, a series of steps. Obviously you have to make them your own, but I feel like I'm plunging into the jungle with a machete hacking away the foliage and carving steps into the mountainside and weaving my own rope to make my own rope bridges all while trying not to die of dengue fever or altitude sickness or sheer loneliness.
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There was more, but the loopyness from the cold medicine (in all my excitement at some cooler weather, I totally forgot about ragweed! Rookie mistake, but there you have it, I'm working on fumes here. Of course, there's also something going around and I'm trying Very Very Hard not to get it on top of everything else) has turned to narcolepsy, all while doing Absolutely Nothing for the headache and pressure. (Damn kids going back to school, everyone sharing germs willy-nilly and bringing them home and then parents just pass them out like the cheap halloween candy nobody wants. And the stupid dumb ragweed.)
Uh, where was I? Oh, yeah, time to curl up in a fetal ball and hope to feel a little more like myself by, oh, 5 am, since I should really leave the house by then to get to work.
On the plus side, our regular scheduling manager's back from helping out the PF store and he gave me my regular start time - 6.30 am. Even weirder, it's 4 8 hour days, 1 7 hour day and an hour long 'bread bash' where we learn about all the new stuff we're getting. Woo hoo! Anyway, while they generally suck, they generally NEVER go only an hour. Which means either overtime or early home-going for me on friday. (Oh, yeah, because my other day off is saturday. Because it's blacked out. Now if I could just get sundays . . . )
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Finished Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief yesterday. Surprisingly, I liked it. A lot. I haven't read much young adult fiction (in fact, probably more since I turned 20 than while I was actually a young adult), but it seems rather complex, morally. As in, the 'bad' characters aren't always bad and people have layers. Is this common in ya fiction? Because I sort of skipped over most of it and went right on to adult fiction because I thought it was boring, frankly.
How off base am I on this? Any kids lit people out there?
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And with no attempt at transition, Target had a big sale and I got a lighted water fountain gurgly thing with rocks and whatnot. It's very pretty, I like the noise and the lighting is nothing like as tacky as it sounds. But it smells weird when it's on. Like plastic, obviously, but chemical-y too. I almost wonder if I should run it in another room (not my bedroom) to work out all that off-gassing. Or can sleep deprivation make you smell things that aren't there? Because yesterday I smelled grilled cheese all day (like my mom made, with butter to get the outside all crispy and loads of cheddar cheese, not like we do at work on a healthy press with American cheese) and the day before that was popcorn (though everyone else smelled that too, so that doesn't really count).
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And for anyone I know because we watch the same telly or read the same books, does anyone watch Warehouse 13? Because I sort of feel like I'm getting hit over the head with the slash bat with Myka and HG. And it's not that I mind (in fact, I would read it), it just seems a bit much. Unless is subtle and I'm reading into it, in which case, I should probably do something about that . . .
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Mom hooked me up on e-mail with a new friend of hers from work. She's working for State right now, but has done lots of visa intake and settlement. Anyway, I was talking to her about the GU thing and basically just using her as a sounding board ("as someone who's done this work, is this a) useless, b) helpful, c) crazy, or d) really freakin' awesome") and she said some really sweet things and made me feel so much better about feeling lost professionally. As in, sometimes I wish I wanted to be a lawyer or doctor or teacher or something so that I could have a plan, a path, a series of steps. Obviously you have to make them your own, but I feel like I'm plunging into the jungle with a machete hacking away the foliage and carving steps into the mountainside and weaving my own rope to make my own rope bridges all while trying not to die of dengue fever or altitude sickness or sheer loneliness.
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There was more, but the loopyness from the cold medicine (in all my excitement at some cooler weather, I totally forgot about ragweed! Rookie mistake, but there you have it, I'm working on fumes here. Of course, there's also something going around and I'm trying Very Very Hard not to get it on top of everything else) has turned to narcolepsy, all while doing Absolutely Nothing for the headache and pressure. (Damn kids going back to school, everyone sharing germs willy-nilly and bringing them home and then parents just pass them out like the cheap halloween candy nobody wants. And the stupid dumb ragweed.)
Uh, where was I? Oh, yeah, time to curl up in a fetal ball and hope to feel a little more like myself by, oh, 5 am, since I should really leave the house by then to get to work.