Recap of the last 60 hours
Oct. 19th, 2008 03:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vanillafluffySo, Friday morning, I get a call from S. I'm scheduled to drop by Schnauzerland between training and CapeGypsy's party to check that I have the correct key for their front door as I'm schnauzer-sitting next weekend. She wants me to go to the Mac store in Melbourne and pick up a charger for her new iPod. (I just typed that as "iPot". Christo, is that Freudian, or what?!) Sure, fine, whatever.
I got to work with just enough time to grab my check and go log in...except the first class ran way the hell over---we started about 40 minutes late and ran until 5, which meant I didn't get to deposit my check, so I didn't get the charger, either. Hold on to that thought.
The training was my buds from Le Snobbi---OMG, they have some really great stuff this season, more so than usual. There's one bag I covet, truly, madly, deeply, except I do not have $575 in my budget for such a thing. *le sigh* But I wowed the reps as usual with questions that showed I *do* remember things we've discussed in previous trainings...at the end, we played "Jeopardy", which has categories like "New Products", "Warranty Info" and "Sample Sale".
I was the runner-up...usually, they only award a prize to the winner, but they quietly presented me with a wallet after the herd had thinned out. This, damn it, is why I don't want to leave this job. The perks are pretty damn sweet! This was in addition to the polka-dotted cosmetics case that everyone got, and the 2009 planner, ditto, and lunch.
By this time, it was 5PM, CapeGypsy's party was supposed to start at 6, so I headed for Cape Canaveral, changing into casual clothes at a S'leven on the way. The party was on the beach, and there were about two dozen people there. One of our new members is working at Fairvilla, and we traded stories about that, there was fried chicken and two kinds of salad and key lime pie. Somebody brought a drum---a really awesome, deep-toned doumbek, and let me play it for a while. I tranced out nicely; now I'm really looking forward to the drum circle at the Full Moon Ball (November 1st). All in all, it was a highly fun party!
Then I decided to drop by Schnauzerland to try my key and explain why I didn't have that charger. Walked in on S & T fighting about S writing checks on the wrong account, agita, angst, etc. S gave me a brownie as I left. (Yum. Even better than key lime pie, IMO.)
Schnauzerland is in a very good neighborhood, less than a block from the beach, and because of that, there are no street lights, since that disorients the sea turtles laying their eggs on the beach. So, it's fucking dark. When I went in, I squeezed between a car and a hedge---I decided to go in front of and between the cars instead on my way out.
Big mistake. What I didn't take into account was the presense of several empty wooden pallets between the garage door and the cars. (The double-car garage is S's ceramics workshop.) They're only what, 4-5 inches high? And freaking invisible in the gloom. I hit it HARD with my right foot and fell. Luckily, my reflex was to tuck myself in rather than throwing out my arms, so I didn't do myself any worse damage. And the brownie, wrapped in a paper towel, was fine---I didn't left go of it, although it was a bit mashed where I gripped it.
After I got through cussing, I marched back in, snarled that they shouldn't leave shit lying around like that, and drove home. The adrenilin got me that far. Then the pain set in. I distracted myself by watching What Not to Wear and noshing on some popcorn.
Inventory: Half-inch long gouge on the top of my left ankle. It didn't bleed noticably, just scabbed right up. Bruise below my right knee, 3 1/2 wide, mottled violet. And the REAL kicker, so to speak: my right big toe, which is swollen and purple and hurts like a mofo. (Okay, less today than yesterday, but I'm still walking on the outside edge of that foot.) All this because I'm trying to be a decent person and do a favor for a friend. *eyeroll*
Yesterday was not fun. Painkillers made it bearable, but the high point was definitely Lunch With the Girls, IE, me, Red, CF and her daughter and a couple of their friends at Olive Garden. Red picked me up, and also picked up the check because there was no time to get me to the bank before we had to be there.
The weather was decent enough that I could wear my chocolate brown cords, which "match" my brown suede house slippers---they are the only footwear that I have a chance of getting into for the foreseeable future. That with a print top that was one of GK's finds and at least I didn't LOOK pathetic, even if I was limping.
In the mail, I got the TV Guide with Hugh and Bobby on the cover, thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dine---didn't get a chance to read it until today, though. Fun stuff. I'm sure karaokegal found it inspirational! I was also made happy by the presense of a tasty pic of Benjamin Bratt---starhawk2005, I finally got to watch my DVR of the finale last night, and you're right, I think Melissa is out of her mind.
But before all that, though, there was the matter of me going to work. I had a tentative plan wherein Red would drive me down there andmissybrat would pick me up, but I felt like crap by the end of lunch and managed to get some excused time, so instead I went home and napped for an hour, which helped enormously...except that meant me driving myself. Calling out was not an option, since I spoke with He-Boss, and it would have had me on Final Warning if I did.
The only really difficult part was braking. The gas pedal wasn't so bad, the clutch was my left foot, but I was PRAYING to anyOne who would listen for green lights.
I ended up working from 6 PM til 11:30, and I swear, they were getting dumber the later it got. The last few, I'm pretty sure didn't have IQs as high as their body temps. However, the good thing was, I took about 10 orders in that time, and most of them were good-sized---multiple items, not just 1 or 2, more like 7, 8, 9...that and getting paid made it worth going in. (Btw,karaokegal, the other day I took a Brand X jeans order for someone on your street. It really is a global village!)
Oh, and He-Boss was there til 8 or so, and gave me the news that I'm about to get a 2 percent raise---a whole 21 cents an hour, oooh, ahhh.... (To put it in perspective, that totals about 1/3 of what I spend in gas over a two-week period.)
Made it home, watched the season finale of The Cleaner, slept til 10, opened my eyes briefly, said nuts to church and hunkered down and slept for another hour. Dreamed, but I don't remember what.
Today, I've exchanged a few emails, talked tomissybrat about her newly installed floor, read through that TV Guide, am walking a little better and planning to get that check deposited first thing tomorrow or bust.
Right now, I'm mentally inventorying my pantry and thinking about a can of chili and a handful of cheese over a bunch of corn chips. It's that or eggs, and I'm not up for standing at the stove.
What's new with you?
I got to work with just enough time to grab my check and go log in...except the first class ran way the hell over---we started about 40 minutes late and ran until 5, which meant I didn't get to deposit my check, so I didn't get the charger, either. Hold on to that thought.
The training was my buds from Le Snobbi---OMG, they have some really great stuff this season, more so than usual. There's one bag I covet, truly, madly, deeply, except I do not have $575 in my budget for such a thing. *le sigh* But I wowed the reps as usual with questions that showed I *do* remember things we've discussed in previous trainings...at the end, we played "Jeopardy", which has categories like "New Products", "Warranty Info" and "Sample Sale".
I was the runner-up...usually, they only award a prize to the winner, but they quietly presented me with a wallet after the herd had thinned out. This, damn it, is why I don't want to leave this job. The perks are pretty damn sweet! This was in addition to the polka-dotted cosmetics case that everyone got, and the 2009 planner, ditto, and lunch.
By this time, it was 5PM, CapeGypsy's party was supposed to start at 6, so I headed for Cape Canaveral, changing into casual clothes at a S'leven on the way. The party was on the beach, and there were about two dozen people there. One of our new members is working at Fairvilla, and we traded stories about that, there was fried chicken and two kinds of salad and key lime pie. Somebody brought a drum---a really awesome, deep-toned doumbek, and let me play it for a while. I tranced out nicely; now I'm really looking forward to the drum circle at the Full Moon Ball (November 1st). All in all, it was a highly fun party!
Then I decided to drop by Schnauzerland to try my key and explain why I didn't have that charger. Walked in on S & T fighting about S writing checks on the wrong account, agita, angst, etc. S gave me a brownie as I left. (Yum. Even better than key lime pie, IMO.)
Schnauzerland is in a very good neighborhood, less than a block from the beach, and because of that, there are no street lights, since that disorients the sea turtles laying their eggs on the beach. So, it's fucking dark. When I went in, I squeezed between a car and a hedge---I decided to go in front of and between the cars instead on my way out.
Big mistake. What I didn't take into account was the presense of several empty wooden pallets between the garage door and the cars. (The double-car garage is S's ceramics workshop.) They're only what, 4-5 inches high? And freaking invisible in the gloom. I hit it HARD with my right foot and fell. Luckily, my reflex was to tuck myself in rather than throwing out my arms, so I didn't do myself any worse damage. And the brownie, wrapped in a paper towel, was fine---I didn't left go of it, although it was a bit mashed where I gripped it.
After I got through cussing, I marched back in, snarled that they shouldn't leave shit lying around like that, and drove home. The adrenilin got me that far. Then the pain set in. I distracted myself by watching What Not to Wear and noshing on some popcorn.
Inventory: Half-inch long gouge on the top of my left ankle. It didn't bleed noticably, just scabbed right up. Bruise below my right knee, 3 1/2 wide, mottled violet. And the REAL kicker, so to speak: my right big toe, which is swollen and purple and hurts like a mofo. (Okay, less today than yesterday, but I'm still walking on the outside edge of that foot.) All this because I'm trying to be a decent person and do a favor for a friend. *eyeroll*
Yesterday was not fun. Painkillers made it bearable, but the high point was definitely Lunch With the Girls, IE, me, Red, CF and her daughter and a couple of their friends at Olive Garden. Red picked me up, and also picked up the check because there was no time to get me to the bank before we had to be there.
The weather was decent enough that I could wear my chocolate brown cords, which "match" my brown suede house slippers---they are the only footwear that I have a chance of getting into for the foreseeable future. That with a print top that was one of GK's finds and at least I didn't LOOK pathetic, even if I was limping.
In the mail, I got the TV Guide with Hugh and Bobby on the cover, thanks to
dine---didn't get a chance to read it until today, though. Fun stuff. I'm sure karaokegal found it inspirational! I was also made happy by the presense of a tasty pic of Benjamin Bratt---starhawk2005, I finally got to watch my DVR of the finale last night, and you're right, I think Melissa is out of her mind. But before all that, though, there was the matter of me going to work. I had a tentative plan wherein Red would drive me down there and
missybrat would pick me up, but I felt like crap by the end of lunch and managed to get some excused time, so instead I went home and napped for an hour, which helped enormously...except that meant me driving myself. Calling out was not an option, since I spoke with He-Boss, and it would have had me on Final Warning if I did. The only really difficult part was braking. The gas pedal wasn't so bad, the clutch was my left foot, but I was PRAYING to anyOne who would listen for green lights.
I ended up working from 6 PM til 11:30, and I swear, they were getting dumber the later it got. The last few, I'm pretty sure didn't have IQs as high as their body temps. However, the good thing was, I took about 10 orders in that time, and most of them were good-sized---multiple items, not just 1 or 2, more like 7, 8, 9...that and getting paid made it worth going in. (Btw,
karaokegal, the other day I took a Brand X jeans order for someone on your street. It really is a global village!)Oh, and He-Boss was there til 8 or so, and gave me the news that I'm about to get a 2 percent raise---a whole 21 cents an hour, oooh, ahhh.... (To put it in perspective, that totals about 1/3 of what I spend in gas over a two-week period.)
Made it home, watched the season finale of The Cleaner, slept til 10, opened my eyes briefly, said nuts to church and hunkered down and slept for another hour. Dreamed, but I don't remember what.
Today, I've exchanged a few emails, talked to
missybrat about her newly installed floor, read through that TV Guide, am walking a little better and planning to get that check deposited first thing tomorrow or bust.Right now, I'm mentally inventorying my pantry and thinking about a can of chili and a handful of cheese over a bunch of corn chips. It's that or eggs, and I'm not up for standing at the stove.
What's new with you?