So. I survived the Memorial Day sale. I also discovered that I have an intolerance to chlorine. Not quite an allergy, but so much for swimming and hot tubs. After work on Monday, I headed over to T's parents' for pool party fun. I don't like swimming in pools much anyway, so I didn't both changing into a swimsuit, but apparently just getting splashed is enough to make me break out in a horribly itchy rash. Same goes for the hot tub. I figured that it had bromine in it, so I could at least soak my feet, right? Ha.
I think it was T who said that they'll just have to take me swimming in an actual lake. Sifu's response? "I don't know, guys. She'll probably just make fun of it." Heh. What can I say? Grow up in Michigan and you have a certain expectation of what a lake should be.
Work on Tuesday wasn't particularly bad. More training stuff, including reading some stuff over on what to do in case of a tornado or flash flood. I looked at the papers, looked back at the manager and said, "I grew up with tornado drills and floods were a part of life in Michigan." They were surprised about the tornadoes. Really? With all the fronts that go through that state? I haven't actually started section work yet because my trainer doesn't know which section will actually be mine. I do like the flexibility we have to mark down and move books in our own sections. Unfortunately, I was just feeling horrible. I had a pretty bad headache, which meant that I just wanted to sleep so I have to reread everything I was given Tuesday because I don't remember much.
After work, I ended up napping, which is pretty rare for me, especially at five in the afternoon. Wolf and Sifu made sure I ate something that night and the best part was that he didn't try to coddle me. I hate being touched when I'm sick or just feel shitty. On the plus side, I had yesterday off, so I had an extra day to recover from whatever it was that was bothering me (I seriously suspect it had something to do with the chlorine and bromine) and I'm fine again.
The place where I'm staying for right now (ten minutes from work as opposed to forty from the apartment) has a
penalty box. I've been in it. Several times. Yesterday, I had the record for quickest time in the box--twenty seconds between bad jokes. But it was totally worth it.