Domestic Geek

I'm not a fan of Vicodin (or Hydrocodone, the generic one I actually took). After two nights of taking this stuff, no more! I don't see how people become addicted to this because it didn't help my pain AT ALL! I wasn't imagining it the night before, it did make my pain worse. I was also not a big fan of the loopy feeling I got about five minutes after typing up last night's post. People actually like that feeling? I don't get it. Things seemed so far away and out of perspective. I was having trouble walking and the littlest things made me jumpy. Then I couldn't feel my arms, though the stabbing pains in my face were very real. Then as I tried to just lie there and hope something took effect, it suddenly felt like someone was standing on my foot. Weird. We also had a horrible thunderstorm and the sounds of it all were terribly amplified. I ended up getting out of bed and surfing for awhile until my face quit aching and I was actually tired. I thought this stuff was supposed to make you drowsy, too? Nope, not me. NyQuil seems to do a better job of knocking me out. All I know is, it was 2:30 am before I finally went to sleep and it's now 6:15 and I need to go to work, but I haven't slept much, I've got that yucky medicine induced dry mouth and groggy drugged feeling. So glad I had insurance to help cover the cost of those pills because I'd be raging mad if I'd paid full price for that waste of money.

Yesterday I saw a friend from Platt at work who was taking a tour of the facility with her new client. I haven't seen her since the art show last November. We squealed like little girls when we saw each other. Ha! Anywho, we promised each other we'd get together for lunch soon and we'd include another friend, if possible. Well, I wrote this other friend an email today and waited all day wondering why she had not responded. I'm sitting here closing Firefox windows and there's the email...not yet sent. D'oh!

A teaser for this week's episode of The Office [via Freakgirl]:

Is it wrong that I just visited the web site of the place I was let go from last July and am just a little happy that I discovered that they're producing even less magazines than they were at the time I left? I've even noticed that at least two franchisees are totally gone and those remaining have not built up any new areas (and a couple have even lost ground). The owner was all talk about how within a year he was going to have all these new franchises and x number of magazines and there would be double the design staff so that they would have to move into a bigger office. With all the similar publications I see come through where I work now, I knew they couldn't be faring that well, but I had no idea they were losing ground. I know the Karma police are going to get me for this, but I'm giddy with glee. I can just imagine how they're all still at each other's throats with so little to do. The process sucked at the time, but I am so glad I no longer work down there.

Hey all! Sorry I've been MIA for a bit. Since I wrote my confessional last week, I've been really taking a good long hard look at my habits and why I'm doing them. When I catch myself doing something undesirable, I try to put something more productive in its place. One thing I must rid myself of is the mindless Internet surfing I've been doing. Since this all really got started back when I lost my job, it's been easy to tell myself that I need to stay online to find that job opening. Then I started doing paid blogging and I had to stay online to find the next good opp. Well, I have a full time job and I haven't had but 7 opps in the past 30 days, so I can't use those for justifications for my actions anymore. So in it's place I put the excuse that I had to help get everyone's alexa scores up. Here I go, justifying again. I never gave hoot about PR, alexa or technorati scores before, why now? It certainly isn't that have decent scores already in those areas has brought me more money making opportunities. So, the solution has been to not spend so much of my precious time in front of this computer or if I do, I go to sites for tutorials and stuff so I'm actually increasing knowledge instead of just wasting time.

Saturday was a bad night here in the old mobile home park. When I got home from work on Friday, a whole bunch of people were at the neighbors (whom I detest) helping them move! I was so happy. I had been getting clues that they would be leaving, but no real proof. These people have been a thorn in my side since the day they moved in — loud Mexican polka music, neglecting their dog, kids screaming on trampolines, no respect for anyone, etc. I think the woman was also running an illegal day care. Well, except for a little bit on Saturday to get some more stuff, I thought I had seen the last of them. Well, when I went to go to bed about 12:30 Sat/Sun, it sounded like a party going on over there. Loud music, tons of people, a dozen or so cars in the street, some of them drag racing. Wow, I was not happy. Marcus looked out the door and said he thought they were moving the last of their stuff. Then it got ugly: hooting, screaming, yelling, windows breaking, general mayhem. I got afraid and called the cops. By the time I had hung up with the 911 dispatcher, everyone there had jumped in cars and took off, leaving every light on in the place and the front door open. The next morning, there were definitely broken out windows. When the people looking after the park in the owner's absence came by, they told us the neighbors had been evicted and when they looked in the front door, they place was totally trashed. Like I said, no respect. Since the owners were suing these people for back payments and now he can't resell this one right away, I'm waiting for him to take it out on the residents by upping our lot rents.

One final thing and then I have to get ready for work. My allergies are kicking my butt this year. I've felt so shitty the last two days. Once again, NyQuil could've been my friends had it still a decongestant as an ingredient. The runny nose is so bad it made my nose bleed overnight. Eww. This is not cool.