Domestic Geek

Current mood: barely alive
I got the pudding down last night. Yay, food! Today I actually swallowed once without pain. I made it through work (man, was I exhausted when I got home). I tried some macaroni & cheese for lunch and got that into my tummy. Then I had a nice afternoon nap. I'm on the road to recovery! Ok, except for the tiny yeast infection I've acquired as a result of the antibiotics. Damn, I usually remember to buy the cream at the same time as any antibiotic perscription, just in case. I guess I was too out of it on Wednesday. Oh, well.

So, I needed to go to Guiry's today to get paper to mat my portfolio pieces. I woke up at 3 pm and figured I had plenty of time to get over there. Then it started snowing. According to 9News, it wasn't supposed to snow today. I crept back across town to get to CompUsa to get printer paper before they closed, made it home, then the snow lets up. It's a conspiracy, I tell you!

Marcus is making a roast chicken tonight in his Baby George that I got him for his b-day. It's smelling really good. (UPDATE: was really good!)

Current mood: sick
Well, my constant feverish state broke sometime last night. It felt good to lay in bed and actually throw the covers off instead of all curled-up cold with teeth chattering. My tongue is still huge, as well as my tonsils, but I can feel stuff draining out of them and it doesn't hurt as much to drink as yesterday. Maybe by this evening or tomorrow I can actually eat something. I'M STARVING! I had a craving for vanilla pudding last night (thanks to the JELL-O pudding commercial) and I figured that I might be able to get that down. Of course, there is no pudding mix in the house anywhere. I've got like 20 boxes of Jell-0 mix, no pudding. *sigh*

This led me to pondering something last night. I usually don't actually just sit and watch tv. I've ususally got it on in the background while I surf or read. It's disgusting how much food advertising is on television and how it probably subconsciously makes me want to eat. Almost every other commercial I've seen in the last five days has been for something edible. No wonder Americans are fat when we're sitting on our butts watching television that's telling us we're hungry. Arby's commercial comes on and all of a sudden I'm craving roast beef and cheddar. Applebee's commercial and then I want steak. Rather eye-opening, it was.

I'm trying to decide if I should stay home from work another day or try to tough it out and go in. Marcus votes that I stay home, since I can barely talk (damned swollen tongue). Marcus called my manager on Wednesday (since I couldn't talk) and told him I'd be out indefinitely. The manager leaves me a voice mail yesterday asking when I'll be back because he can't do his job and mine all by himself and he kind of insinuated that I was faking being sick and the overall tone kind of pissed me off. Asshole. You know, we've been so slow lately that when I get there to make dough, the entire staff is sitting on their butts. Making dough is not rocket science. I'm sure a trained monkey could do it. He and I are not the only people in that store that have ever made dough. If he was half the manager he pretends to be, he would've delegated dough-making to several people and all would have been well. I hate his passive aggressive, "I'm a martyr, nothing in this store can be done right except me" attitude that he has. I can hardly wait to see what he gives me for hours next week to get back at me for getting sick. I must get well and get away from that sick, twisted environment.

I missed the image contest deadline yesterday that I wanted to enter. Oh, well, that's what I get for putting things off until the last minute. I hadn't bought paper to prnt on or a frame and the ink didn't show up for my printer until yesterday. I guess it just wasn't meant to be this year. It just means I'll have a whole year to get entried ready for next year's contest. Damn, I really could've used $500 if I had won, though. *sigh*

Bob Keeshan, aka Captain Kangaroo, died yesterday. I used to watch that show every day, along with Blinky's Fun Club, Mr. Roger's Neighborhood and Sesame Street. The Grandfather Clock was the coolest thing. I loved the storybooks that came from there. He will be missed.

My dad is the coolest. He drove over here yesterday just to bring me Coke and NyQuil. How cool is that? Then he pet Skippy and fed my bunnies. Thanks, Dad!

OK, in just the short time I've been sitting here I feel like total crap again. Guess that answers the work dilemma today. I'm going back to bed.

Current mood: sick
This is the worst stage of strep, I think.

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Current mood: sick
My tongue swelled up overnight to the size of my entire mouth cavity, so I dragged my sorry butt down to the doctor. It looks like strep. For an extra $30, he would've taken a culture to make sure, but hey, I'm poor. I try not to take drugs for things I don't really need to, but when my throat gets like this, I've learned my lesson before.

I can barely talk. I had to quickly call Marcus to get on iChat with me so I could tell him what was wrong and ask him to call me in sick to work. Even that short call caused such excruciating pain that I wanted to cry.

Current mood: sick
Yep, it's midnight and I'm awake. Not because I want to be, but my poor throat is so sore that I can barely swallow. Yay. I figured it is better to be sitting out here than keeping Marcus awake. I knew I was coming down with something this afternoon. When I got home from work, I was so exhausted that all I wanted to do was crawl into my bed. I did sleep for a couple of hours then, but the darn dog needed to go out and woke me from my rest. That's when I noticed the throat was a little scratchy. By the time Marcus got home from work I had a fever. Oh, boy.

Good news is I don't have to go to school tomorrow. It's a class that teaches about computer hardware and maintenance and the teacher wanted me to test out of it because she knows I'll be bored silly. Of course, crappy school that it was, my CollegeAmerica credits don't transfer over. The only obstacle would have been if my credit hours dropped below part-time and thus I couldn't qualify for financial aid. Looks like that won't be a problem, though. I'll need to scrape together $100 to take the final in five weeks.

That's going to be a little difficult if I don't get more hours at work. The manager scheduled me for five (yep, 5) driving hours this week. Wheeeeee. Pair that with last week's sales being down $5,000 from the week before and $8,000 the week before that. Have I ever mentioned I get paid a percentage of sales for doing dough? The manager is taking a vacation next week. I'm betting the owner is not going to do any advertising until he gets back because he doesn't think the other management morons can handle it being busy by themselves. *sigh*

Well, I'd better go gargle with some warm salt water and try to get back to bed. I was going to go in to do my dough about 4 a.m., but that's not happening. Maybe I should just call in sick. I haven't done that in ages. It'll probably do me a world of good. Guess we'll see how I'm feeling tomorrow. G'night.