Two days without a manager. Three of my coworkers- the one who talks all the time about how she speaks her mind and then doesn't, the miserable hag, and my FWA- have already taken more than their allotted breaks both days (we're allowed 2 10 minute breaks).
I also just found out that my FWA is smoking again. Which is funny because I just listened to a spiel not that long ago of how when she got pregnant and quit she never had any desire to pick up a cigarette even after birthing out her brat and how she freaked out on her boyfriend's mother for smelling like smoke and holding the baby and blah blah blah (I tuned out after so long). But I guess if she doesn't smoke, she can't be one of the cool kids now, can she?
Had my cleaning today. The good news- no cavities! The bad news- as I said, my tooth hasn't been bothering me all that much lately....until today. I don't know what brought it on but after lunch, my tooth started to feel sore and continued to feel sore and was super sensitive to cold. It seems to have calmed down some but now I am really nervous. It's been a lot better, so why in the hell is it suddenly more painful then it's ever been? Now I am worried that I might have irreversible pulpitis. Thursday can't come soon enough. I hate that I have had to wait this long to have it done. I would have much rather have had it done sooner.
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
Sunday, August 9, 2015
Random Thoughts
So my boss is officially no longer my boss. This should be interesting from here on out.
Oh, and that Friday my FWA had to leave early for her "personal appointment"? She posted almost 100 pictures from the Franklin Institute on Facebook that day. Personal appointment? Sure. I hope to God when we get a new manager (if ever) that someone puts this stupid whore in her place.
One day she posted a picture of the baby eating cupcakes and wrote how much she loves her cupcakes and a little while later how much she loves her ice cream. One day her mother brought the baby in to work and my FWA gave her Pop-Tarts to eat. Another time she posted a picture of the baby eating a big lollipop. AND YOU WONDER WHY SHE DOESN'T SLEEP?! Bitch, you're on fucking WIC! Give her the healthy food you are supposed to be buying with it! JFC!
She told me Friday that she and her stupid boyfriend were taking the baby to Eagles training camp today. Exactly what interest will an almost 1 1/2 year old have in football practice?
It was nice to be able to go down the shore this year knowing that my days off were approved. It was a fairly nice trip. Minus my nephew's temper tantrums (and my sister's over his). I love him to death but good God, I FULLY understand where the term "terrible twos" comes from. I dread Myrtle Beach in a few weeks, because this time it won't just be my sister hollering at him, it will also be my brother-in-law losing his patience with him every 5 seconds.
Man, it was nice last Sunday knowing I didn't have to get up for work the next day. I still had to wake up early, but I didn't have to go to work!
I also have my teeth cleaning Tuesday and then have to go for my crown fitting on Thursday. Yay! And my tooth hasn't even been bothering me all that much lately. It still hurts if I stick a cotton swab in and bite down on it, but I have been able to chew food on that sign with no real pain. Which of course makes me nervous that I damaged the nerve.
While I was away, I was annoyed at being constipated so I decided to retry the Mira-Lax/Peri-Colace regimen again. It didn't help much, but it does seem to be working somewhat better. I have actually been able to go to the bathroom every day. I'm still feeling bloated but not quite as bad and since I have finally been able to go, I definitely feel a lot better than I did on Friday.
You know, I love visiting the Berry website, but I am starting to feel like everyone on that site is a future alcoholic. What is their obsession with booze? It's a little scary. Also, what is the obsession with Bill Murray on both that site and the Chive?
Oh, and that Friday my FWA had to leave early for her "personal appointment"? She posted almost 100 pictures from the Franklin Institute on Facebook that day. Personal appointment? Sure. I hope to God when we get a new manager (if ever) that someone puts this stupid whore in her place.
One day she posted a picture of the baby eating cupcakes and wrote how much she loves her cupcakes and a little while later how much she loves her ice cream. One day her mother brought the baby in to work and my FWA gave her Pop-Tarts to eat. Another time she posted a picture of the baby eating a big lollipop. AND YOU WONDER WHY SHE DOESN'T SLEEP?! Bitch, you're on fucking WIC! Give her the healthy food you are supposed to be buying with it! JFC!
She told me Friday that she and her stupid boyfriend were taking the baby to Eagles training camp today. Exactly what interest will an almost 1 1/2 year old have in football practice?
It was nice to be able to go down the shore this year knowing that my days off were approved. It was a fairly nice trip. Minus my nephew's temper tantrums (and my sister's over his). I love him to death but good God, I FULLY understand where the term "terrible twos" comes from. I dread Myrtle Beach in a few weeks, because this time it won't just be my sister hollering at him, it will also be my brother-in-law losing his patience with him every 5 seconds.
Man, it was nice last Sunday knowing I didn't have to get up for work the next day. I still had to wake up early, but I didn't have to go to work!
I also have my teeth cleaning Tuesday and then have to go for my crown fitting on Thursday. Yay! And my tooth hasn't even been bothering me all that much lately. It still hurts if I stick a cotton swab in and bite down on it, but I have been able to chew food on that sign with no real pain. Which of course makes me nervous that I damaged the nerve.
While I was away, I was annoyed at being constipated so I decided to retry the Mira-Lax/Peri-Colace regimen again. It didn't help much, but it does seem to be working somewhat better. I have actually been able to go to the bathroom every day. I'm still feeling bloated but not quite as bad and since I have finally been able to go, I definitely feel a lot better than I did on Friday.
You know, I love visiting the Berry website, but I am starting to feel like everyone on that site is a future alcoholic. What is their obsession with booze? It's a little scary. Also, what is the obsession with Bill Murray on both that site and the Chive?
Sunday, August 2, 2015
Saturday, August 1, 2015
Random Thoughts
Got Food Factory on right now (if FYI doesn't make up its mind soon of what days they're going to play this show, I am going to lose it) and they were discussing black forest cake earlier (made by the company with the hot son for VP). I really want black forest cake now.
Every time I have this station on, some new reality show is going to be premiering and every single one is just terrible. They have one on now called Chef vs. Kid and judging by the hundreds of commercials they play for it, every single person on the show looks like they are irritating beyond belief. Especially the one kid. He looks like a real little snot.
I had to go back to the dentist on Thursday for an update on my tooth and I am going to have to get a crown. Unfortunately I have to wait all the way until August 13th to get the damn thing done. Oh, and I also have my cleaning scheduled 2 days earlier so I'll be there twice in one week (they must be so sick of seeing my mug; the dental assistant joked with me the other day about reserving me a room there and/or putting me on their payroll). I'm going to be a nervous wreck until then. I am trying not to chew on that side but I also don't want to stress my other teeth as well, especially the crown I just had replaced. But I am absolutely terrified of doing damage to the nerve and ending up having to get root canal or ending up with an infection or whatever else can go wrong when something tooth-related isn't taken care of ASAP.
Man, I am so glad to be on vacation the next few days. I desperately need a break from my co-workers or else I think I'd punch them in the face.
Every time I have this station on, some new reality show is going to be premiering and every single one is just terrible. They have one on now called Chef vs. Kid and judging by the hundreds of commercials they play for it, every single person on the show looks like they are irritating beyond belief. Especially the one kid. He looks like a real little snot.
I had to go back to the dentist on Thursday for an update on my tooth and I am going to have to get a crown. Unfortunately I have to wait all the way until August 13th to get the damn thing done. Oh, and I also have my cleaning scheduled 2 days earlier so I'll be there twice in one week (they must be so sick of seeing my mug; the dental assistant joked with me the other day about reserving me a room there and/or putting me on their payroll). I'm going to be a nervous wreck until then. I am trying not to chew on that side but I also don't want to stress my other teeth as well, especially the crown I just had replaced. But I am absolutely terrified of doing damage to the nerve and ending up having to get root canal or ending up with an infection or whatever else can go wrong when something tooth-related isn't taken care of ASAP.
Man, I am so glad to be on vacation the next few days. I desperately need a break from my co-workers or else I think I'd punch them in the face.
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Random Thoughts
Man, I am really getting bad with keeping up on here. I've just become very disinterested in the internet lately. I still come on, but am not spending nearly as much time as I normally do. I have stopped visiting a lot of sites I normally go to simply because I am just bored with them and I am considering not visiting others anymore as well.
Because I wasn't about to be put in the same position as last year, a few weeks ago I sat down with my boss and discussed taking off a few days in August. And luckily she approved them, so I can actually go down the shore this year with my family and not have to feel like shit.
Well, minus the whole issue with my tooth. I went back last Thursday with continued pain upon chewing, I got shot up with Novocaine AGAIN, the filling was redone, and I thought maybe that was going to be it. Nope. Still had pain the next day. So I called the office the next day and kind of snapped out on the phone and got an appointment for Saturday. So I went Saturday, an x-ray was taken, more shit was drilled down, and my dentist told me if that didn't work, then it's likely the tooth has a crack and I'll need a crown. Which is what I have been suspecting all along. And it's still bothering me when I eat, so guess I'll be getting another crown.
I'm going to frigging lose my mind with 2 crowns. I better ask about the price of a night guard when I go Thursday before I end up with a mouth full of crowns from grinding my teeth .
Work is about to make me lose my mind. My coworkers are starting to really get under my skin. Yesterday my FWA emails me, whining that she requested a half day on Friday for a "personal appointment" and that our boss denied it due to insufficient PTO and she doesn't understand what the problem is since she doesn't have a PTO problem (no, no problem at all- that's why if she was to get fired tomorrow, she'd owe the company almost a whole week of PTO money) and that it's all because of our newest MA abusing her PTO and wah wah wah. I so badly wanted to write her back and tell her that I really didn't care. Then she tells me that our boss was going to discuss it with her boss (the one who denied me going down the shore last year). Today she emails me (God, why does she have to email me?!) and says that our boss's boss approved it. I wrote her back "Oh. Well that's nice!". My response was hemorrhaging sarcasm, which went right over her stupid head. No matter what, that little bitch always ends up getting her way somehow, doesn't she? God, she is such an insufferable little twat. I want to punch her so hard.
When I went to the gyno in February, the doctor suggested a regimen of Miralax and Sennokot-S to treat my constipation issues. I've been putting it off and finally decided to try it this week. Two days in to it, I am so bloated and full of gas (sorry) I want to scream. Guess I'll be discontinuing this regimen soon. Or stick with it a few more days to see if my body adjusts. I have no idea what to do. Why can I not just find one damn regimen that works properly?
Because I wasn't about to be put in the same position as last year, a few weeks ago I sat down with my boss and discussed taking off a few days in August. And luckily she approved them, so I can actually go down the shore this year with my family and not have to feel like shit.
Well, minus the whole issue with my tooth. I went back last Thursday with continued pain upon chewing, I got shot up with Novocaine AGAIN, the filling was redone, and I thought maybe that was going to be it. Nope. Still had pain the next day. So I called the office the next day and kind of snapped out on the phone and got an appointment for Saturday. So I went Saturday, an x-ray was taken, more shit was drilled down, and my dentist told me if that didn't work, then it's likely the tooth has a crack and I'll need a crown. Which is what I have been suspecting all along. And it's still bothering me when I eat, so guess I'll be getting another crown.
I'm going to frigging lose my mind with 2 crowns. I better ask about the price of a night guard when I go Thursday before I end up with a mouth full of crowns from grinding my teeth .
Work is about to make me lose my mind. My coworkers are starting to really get under my skin. Yesterday my FWA emails me, whining that she requested a half day on Friday for a "personal appointment" and that our boss denied it due to insufficient PTO and she doesn't understand what the problem is since she doesn't have a PTO problem (no, no problem at all- that's why if she was to get fired tomorrow, she'd owe the company almost a whole week of PTO money) and that it's all because of our newest MA abusing her PTO and wah wah wah. I so badly wanted to write her back and tell her that I really didn't care. Then she tells me that our boss was going to discuss it with her boss (the one who denied me going down the shore last year). Today she emails me (God, why does she have to email me?!) and says that our boss's boss approved it. I wrote her back "Oh. Well that's nice!". My response was hemorrhaging sarcasm, which went right over her stupid head. No matter what, that little bitch always ends up getting her way somehow, doesn't she? God, she is such an insufferable little twat. I want to punch her so hard.
When I went to the gyno in February, the doctor suggested a regimen of Miralax and Sennokot-S to treat my constipation issues. I've been putting it off and finally decided to try it this week. Two days in to it, I am so bloated and full of gas (sorry) I want to scream. Guess I'll be discontinuing this regimen soon. Or stick with it a few more days to see if my body adjusts. I have no idea what to do. Why can I not just find one damn regimen that works properly?
Friday, July 17, 2015
FMT
The "T" stands for teeth.
When I had my last cleaning, I was told I had to have a filling replaced on one of my lower teeth. When I got to the front desk at the end, all that got scheduled was my next cleaning. So when I had my permanent crown put in at the end of June, the assistant said I had to schedule to have my filling replaced. Which I had done this past Monday. I was fine Monday, Tuesday, and most of Wednesday, with the exception of food seeming to easily snag on a corner of the tooth. But later on Wednesday night, I started to feel a little pain whenever I chewed a certain way.
Come Thursday I was still feeling pain, so after dinner I called the office and they squeezed me in and did the bite test and drilled down the areas that were showing up blue. When I had a snack later on, at first I thought oh joy I am not feeling any pain, maybe my filling was just too high. No such luck. I started feeling pain a few minutes later whenever I chewed a certain way.
I am so damn frustrated. I am hoping that maybe my tooth is just a little irritated from the filling being high, but I probably won't be that lucky. I have had pain in this area before the filling was redone, but this pain feels different. I feel like I should have just left it alone, like maybe there was a reason why the appointment never got scheduled when it originally was supposed to.
If I have to have the filling redone, I am going to scream.
When I had my last cleaning, I was told I had to have a filling replaced on one of my lower teeth. When I got to the front desk at the end, all that got scheduled was my next cleaning. So when I had my permanent crown put in at the end of June, the assistant said I had to schedule to have my filling replaced. Which I had done this past Monday. I was fine Monday, Tuesday, and most of Wednesday, with the exception of food seeming to easily snag on a corner of the tooth. But later on Wednesday night, I started to feel a little pain whenever I chewed a certain way.
Come Thursday I was still feeling pain, so after dinner I called the office and they squeezed me in and did the bite test and drilled down the areas that were showing up blue. When I had a snack later on, at first I thought oh joy I am not feeling any pain, maybe my filling was just too high. No such luck. I started feeling pain a few minutes later whenever I chewed a certain way.
I am so damn frustrated. I am hoping that maybe my tooth is just a little irritated from the filling being high, but I probably won't be that lucky. I have had pain in this area before the filling was redone, but this pain feels different. I feel like I should have just left it alone, like maybe there was a reason why the appointment never got scheduled when it originally was supposed to.
If I have to have the filling redone, I am going to scream.
Thursday, July 16, 2015
The Awesome Of The Day
I did it! I finally did it! I reached 1,000 plays for "Siberian Breaks" with this round of iTunes:
Sunday, July 12, 2015
Random Thoughts
I don't know what is going on with me, but I still feel horrible. I have so much pressure in my ears, my head hurts, my heart is racing and I am so damn fatigued. Friday night I was beyond exhausted and hurt everywhere. I haven't been feeling too hot for the past couple of years, but I am starting to worry that this might have something to do with finding that tick on me. I don't even think the tick was an adult tick and I did get the one dose of doxycycline, but whether that is enough I don't know. I also still stand by my belief that I have some type of vitamin deficiency and if so, that it could possibly be getting worse. Or it could simply be that my hormones are just still sorting themselves out. Whatever it is, I wish it would straighten itself out.
And in addition to feeling horribly physically, my anxiety levels are at an almost unreal level and I am so damn depressed I just want to scream. And I am feeling very overstimulated easily.
Friday I get an email from my FWA that Ms. Croquette is a "see ya next Tuesday". I rolled my eyes, but wrote back "why". She proceeds to send me this long ass email detailing how she must have had a conference call with Ms. Croquette and our boss about her clocking in late in the morning:
First off, once again she is full of shit with the whole computer logging in being slow. I never ever have a problem logging in when I am on her computer. I don't even think it takes 2 minutes to log in. Plus she has a new computer now, so the excuse is even more bull. Second, now suddenly it's because she has too many files on her computer? Nope. Sorry. Doesn't cut it. Every one who has been there longer than her does not have that problem. And the biggest bullshit ever is her standing there saying she is there by her start time. Bull fucking shit. She is NEVER in work by 8. It's always 8:05 or so, if not later. How can one person be so fucking delusional?
And I like the part how she won't wake the baby up any earlier. You're in the adult working world now, sweetie. You need to make some sacrifices because guess what? Other work places won't give a flying fuck if you and your baby didn't get enough sleep the night before.
And I am starting to get so sick and tired of listening to her complain about how much our newest medical assistant gets away with. She had absolutely no room to talk at all. One of these days I just want to freak out on her so bad and tell her how sick and tired I am of listening to her complain about all of the shit other people do when she does the same exact things.
My sister sent me a text yesterday morning that my FWA's boyfriend posted something on Facebook how they were out and the baby keyed a Mercedes and they picked her up and left wherever they were. Nice, huh? I almost feel sorry for that baby having such losers for parents. A mother who can't take any kind of responsibility for herself and a daddy that lies to the government to get health insurance. And god knows what other entities they have lied to to get financial assistance. I don't doubt for one second that the only reason they refuse to get married is so they can keep hitting the system up for all kinds of benefits.
Ugh, people are so freaking annoying.
And in addition to feeling horribly physically, my anxiety levels are at an almost unreal level and I am so damn depressed I just want to scream. And I am feeling very overstimulated easily.
Friday I get an email from my FWA that Ms. Croquette is a "see ya next Tuesday". I rolled my eyes, but wrote back "why". She proceeds to send me this long ass email detailing how she must have had a conference call with Ms. Croquette and our boss about her clocking in late in the morning:
First off, once again she is full of shit with the whole computer logging in being slow. I never ever have a problem logging in when I am on her computer. I don't even think it takes 2 minutes to log in. Plus she has a new computer now, so the excuse is even more bull. Second, now suddenly it's because she has too many files on her computer? Nope. Sorry. Doesn't cut it. Every one who has been there longer than her does not have that problem. And the biggest bullshit ever is her standing there saying she is there by her start time. Bull fucking shit. She is NEVER in work by 8. It's always 8:05 or so, if not later. How can one person be so fucking delusional?
And I like the part how she won't wake the baby up any earlier. You're in the adult working world now, sweetie. You need to make some sacrifices because guess what? Other work places won't give a flying fuck if you and your baby didn't get enough sleep the night before.
And I am starting to get so sick and tired of listening to her complain about how much our newest medical assistant gets away with. She had absolutely no room to talk at all. One of these days I just want to freak out on her so bad and tell her how sick and tired I am of listening to her complain about all of the shit other people do when she does the same exact things.
My sister sent me a text yesterday morning that my FWA's boyfriend posted something on Facebook how they were out and the baby keyed a Mercedes and they picked her up and left wherever they were. Nice, huh? I almost feel sorry for that baby having such losers for parents. A mother who can't take any kind of responsibility for herself and a daddy that lies to the government to get health insurance. And god knows what other entities they have lied to to get financial assistance. I don't doubt for one second that the only reason they refuse to get married is so they can keep hitting the system up for all kinds of benefits.
Ugh, people are so freaking annoying.
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Random Thoughts
I knew my crabbiness and hostility last week was PMS rearing its ugly head; however, I still wasn't expecting to see my period 3 days sooner. I am heading towards the end of it and the post-period symptoms are appearing- heart palpitations, high anxiety levels, severe depression, etc. I also have this heavy feeling in my chest, my head hurts and feels horrible, and I am so damn exhausted I can't even stand it- and I haven't even really been sleeping that terribly.
The other day my boss announced she would be resigning next month. Sure, she drive me nuts, but folks, I'm fucking bugging about this. What in the hell is going to be replacing her? Is it going to be better? Worse? Will I lose my job? As much as I hate to admit it, I can't deny that my boss does allow me to get away with things another place wouldn't, like not having to talk on the phone (although to be fair, no one really uses their phones since the down-staffing in 2011) and she seems to have somewhat of a tolerance for my slow ass. Believe me, I know how frustrating it is when someone doesn't work as fast as others and isn't pulling their weight and believe me, my slow ass frustrates me more than people can imagine. And really, it's only one job that I am incredibly slow at. Unfortunately, that one job happens to be my main job function.
And what's going to happen with requesting time off? Doctor appointments? Etc? UGH.
And since this announcement, my mind has apparently been on a coffee-fueled sermon of pure torture. Reminding me what a loser I am, that if I lose my job it's my fault for being so slow, wondering if buying new scrub tops will jinx me, etc. In addition to constant reels of bad things happening to loved ones and the millions of other things I constantly obsess about.
And I always wondered when one would pop up on Cracked since they started these new personal experience columns and on Sunday I was not disappointed- a column finally popped up about the personal experience of what I presume to be a paraplegic. I can't tell you how hard I have to resist going to read it. Every time I think about it, I want to shoot myself.
Never in my life have I wanted to get away as bad as I do right now. Preferably from myself.
The other day my boss announced she would be resigning next month. Sure, she drive me nuts, but folks, I'm fucking bugging about this. What in the hell is going to be replacing her? Is it going to be better? Worse? Will I lose my job? As much as I hate to admit it, I can't deny that my boss does allow me to get away with things another place wouldn't, like not having to talk on the phone (although to be fair, no one really uses their phones since the down-staffing in 2011) and she seems to have somewhat of a tolerance for my slow ass. Believe me, I know how frustrating it is when someone doesn't work as fast as others and isn't pulling their weight and believe me, my slow ass frustrates me more than people can imagine. And really, it's only one job that I am incredibly slow at. Unfortunately, that one job happens to be my main job function.
And what's going to happen with requesting time off? Doctor appointments? Etc? UGH.
And since this announcement, my mind has apparently been on a coffee-fueled sermon of pure torture. Reminding me what a loser I am, that if I lose my job it's my fault for being so slow, wondering if buying new scrub tops will jinx me, etc. In addition to constant reels of bad things happening to loved ones and the millions of other things I constantly obsess about.
And I always wondered when one would pop up on Cracked since they started these new personal experience columns and on Sunday I was not disappointed- a column finally popped up about the personal experience of what I presume to be a paraplegic. I can't tell you how hard I have to resist going to read it. Every time I think about it, I want to shoot myself.
Never in my life have I wanted to get away as bad as I do right now. Preferably from myself.
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
What Even
The other day when my FWA went to lunch and I was covering up front, she had one of her drawers open and a fax cover sheet laying on top. I noticed that underneath was paperwork for NJ Family Care and curiosity got the better of me and I picked it up. And was surprised to find it was for her boyfriend. And was even more surprised at the blatant lies he put on his application. He claimed he has no dependents to claim, he does not live in a household with someone under 19, and the best one of all- he is a full time student and unemployed. That's pretty funny, because I could swear he just graduated and started a job on June 22nd making $41,000 a year (his Einstein girlfriend left his job offer letter out in the open one day).
I was so furious when I saw this I almost blew up. How dare he lie. He can have his fancy little engineering degree from Drexel, but leopards really never change their spots, do they?
I was so furious when I saw this I almost blew up. How dare he lie. He can have his fancy little engineering degree from Drexel, but leopards really never change their spots, do they?
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