January 25, 2006
I'm a Lamborghini Murcielago!
You're not subtle, but you don't want to be. Fast, loud, and dramatic, you want people to notice you, and then get out of the way. In a world full of sheep, you're a raging bull.
Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.
...at least I'm yellow...
January 19, 2006
Yes I am, oh, yes, I am
I'm gonna wait 'til the stars come out, and see that twinkle in your eyes. I'm gonna wait 'til the midnight hour, that's when my love begins to shine. You're the only girl I know that really loves me so, in the midnight hour.
Oh, yeah, in the midnight hour.
RIP, Mr. Pickett.
January 18, 2006
Ick losing, but still holding on.
Actually called in sick to work today. It's the first week of school for the spring term. Me being sick this week is like being sick on the day after thanksgiving for a normal retail store.
I feel guilty. But today, there was no point for me to even try to go in... even I realized that.
It seems I posted something on the BMW-Sauber rollout last night. I don't remember doing it. I was in the middle of my fever-cycling at the listed post time (720pm). I was feverish, but with chills and sweats at the same time... and either I was hallucinating or it was a vivid dream, but I swear my legs were made of wood.
Maybe I'm not really a duck, but a decoy?
I'm much better now than I was then, but that's not saying much. From the e-mail I exchanged with my boss, they were going to get another manager into my store to help out... I spent the day in bed, never even tried to call in and find out who.
I still don't feel good. I shoudn't even be thinking about working tomorrow. Dammit, I feel guilty about missing TODAY. But I'm sick! But I should be at work, it's my JOB!!! They don't pay me to be sick and miss the busiest time at the store!
...god, I hate this...
January 16, 2006
Fortunately, the Animal Doctor up the street took me under her wing (so to speak), and after doing the cold stethoscope (do they soak them in ice water?) to the back trick, said I might have a young case of bronchitis (or however that's spelled), and gave me a bottle of... um... Doxy-cycling High-plate.*
Antibiotic. Though it sounds like prostitutes on Schwinns juggling dishes.
And this is Rush week at the Duck U. Bookstore. What a rotten week for me to be sick. Last week? I could have called in sick. Next week? Called in sick. This week? I'm open-to-close through Friday.
C'mon, antibiotic! Rah rah rah! Go drug go, beat the ickyness!
(after the jump, what's that asterix for?) more...
January 10, 2006
I really should dust this place... ever since everybody went away, it's not the same anymore.
January 08, 2006
I haven't written much recently. However, I Live.
Okay, yes, that's stretching the connection with the title, I admit that. It's the best I can do on short notice. I'm a little frazzled what with everything going on at the Duck U. Bookstore and all. Oh, I didn't mention that?
As you may be aware, I'm the assistant manager of the Duck U. Bookstore. Currently, I'm also the acting store manager, whilst the real store manager is on maternity leave. She's due back on January 29th.
Except she's not coming back: she resigned last Thursday. This was something of a surprise to me, as exactly seven days before that, she had told me that she WAS coming back.
Now, of course, I'm having my usual case of self-doubt: "will I be good enough?" "will I fail?" "will I even be given the job?!?!"
Did I mention that the new semester at Duck U. starts next week? I've been busy, doing two people's jobs (hers and mine) the main time a management TEAM needs to be workign together. I'll admit, one person is more efficient than a team, but two people get more done. I'm strained.
So that's been on my mind... and I've been watching "His & Her Circumstances,", so I haven't had a whole lot of spare time. Plus, I haven't had a whole bunch to write about anyways... the F1 Circus has been on break, after all.
So, sorry it's been so quiet. Next time, someone poke me!
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