Fear Factor

Ok I'm here to complain, something I do quite well if I do say so myself. I have been sick for six days, and my only souvenir from going to the doctor for advice is a pin cushion of an arm that is sure to turn a lovely shade of yellowish brown by morning. Why is getting blood work such a big ordeal for me? Those shy veins of mine get me every time. I even warned the lady that my veins are tiny and that I get worked up when people talk to me about how difficult it is to draw my blood. I believe my exact words were, "Please don't talk to me." Well, that fell on deaf ears. She took 10 minutes pinching and examining both arms. Then she stuck one arm, complained about what a slow draw it was, pulled the needle out, and waved the half filled vial in my face, saying in an accusatory manner, saying "Well! This just won't be enough!" Meanwhile, I'm trying feverishly to stop my legs from shaking so that the entire bed will stop rattling. Three needle sticks later, she finally gets what she needs out of me. My husband, who has been hiding on the other side of the curtain for fearing of passing out at the sight of my blood, finally pokes his head in nervously to see if the ordeal is over. Some help he is. He too has a intense fear of getting blood taken. What a pair. If I felt weak from not eating for days walking in there, I felt much worse walking out! On the positive side, this virus has done wonders for my figure.

Hoping things look up tomorrow!

Oh It's War

Final straw.

Today a loud thump from the friendly neighbors upstairs sent my open makeup bag flying off the bathroom counter. No kidding.

I found my mascara in the garbage can.

Pug discovered my lip gloss floating in the toilet.

WTF?

Now it's personal.

Aw Heck

So not only did i NOT get fired this week, i got promoted instead. Sweet!! Yea, i bought myself a big, fatty blueberry muffin to celebrate. Pretty lame. Bar, anyone?


Working at home has proven to have one downside--well, okay, maybe more than one (such as loneliness, boo), but here it is:
The person/people who live above us clearly don't work and walk back and forth across their apartment ALL DAY. Must have restless leg syndrome and a hearty case of it. My apartment literally shakes during their continual and incessant pacing all day long. Not so good for my concentration. I can't remember the last time something got under my skin and irritated me so much. I just want to knock on their door and scream at them to sit the hell down for at least 5 minutes at a time so that I can have some peace and quiet down here! But I can't yell at them for walking around--I know they're not doing it to intentionally cause noise--plus, no need for me to make enemies so quickly--it's only been a week! It's not their fault the insulation sucks, but I do wish they'd get out of the house for a little or take really long naps or become addicted to watching soaps or find a day job or better yet, move out.

Granted, I work from home, so I don't have much room to talk, but I don't stomp around in big shoes all day, and I sit in one place for long intervals because I'm WORKING! What in the world are they doing? They better have the cleanest place ever, or they have no excuse for the constant motion from one end of the apartment to the other.

I went and complained to the front office today and told them that they need to have someone come check it out. It's driving me crazy, and crazy Sarah is no fun to be around. I need to go through all our boxes and find my earphones...I have a feeling they are going to become my new best friend.

Anyway, despite all this, I'm jollily looking forward to going to see Bec this weekend and enjoying Virginia beach without the crowd...even if the weather is gonna suck!!!

Happy weekend