susurration

apologies

annetta.ribken@gmail.com — Sat, 5 Jul 08 20:47:00 UT

When I got to the hotel today (long story) Anchor was dying to hear all about last night. In light of the nasty phone call, she told me the last time there was a guest complaint, one of the owners told Miss S. to fire the front desk person involved. Miss S. refused.

I said, fine. Let them fire me, and Iâll collect unemployment while waiting for the lawsuit to go through. See this bruise on my arm? Yeah.

Anchor suggested we take pictures of Nellâs room, and while I didnât relish the idea of going up to that room, it was a great suggestion.

Walking into that room was like walking through an insane personâs mind. It was awful. I took pictures of the barbeque sauce (The Devilâs Saliva, or something like that) and the trashed kitchen. The damage to the doors, the flipped furniture, the food flung everywhere. I took a picture of (what I thought) was a half-chewed olive resting on a piece of paper with some kind of picture printed on the paper, on the counter right by the door. Then I moved on to the bathroom which was covered in food and laundry detergent.

Anchor called me back to the olive. She said, I donât want you to see this, but you need to take a picture. She lifted the paper.

There was a knife thrust through the paper into the olive.

****

I thought I was going to pass out, and I bent over so the blood stayed near my brain. It all hit me, you see. Not just this incident, but others in which I have acted before thinking things through (like the time the diabetic guest decided to walk to Walgreenâs at night five minutes from East St. Louis, and me right behind him) and putting myself in danger, for what? For what, exactly? The worry I must have caused those who love me, and for what?

Anchor said, itâs okay, itâs okay, but she was shaking almost as bad as I was. She said, maybe you stopped her from hurting herself, look at it that way. She said, her husband never should have left her here. I said, if she had stabbed me, I wonder if he would have been able to face my children, and thatâs when I lost my shit.

****

I told Anchor I will never leave the front desk again. I asked her to call the sister hotel and tell them I would be unable to take the shift there Monday (I couldnât. I could not call and talk to some stranger about all this, actually, I could barely speak at all.) I donât know the hotel, I donât know the people IN the hotel, and itâs in and out over there. I cannot deal with it.

I also made my formal apology to the knight and the GC. Iâm also extending it to anyone else that has worried even one second on my account. I will do my very best to see that it doesnât happen again. This was just way too close.

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long night, long day

annetta.ribken@gmail.com — Sat, 5 Jul 08 07:52:00 UT

didn't sleep so good.

****

taking the Shittard in for his post-op visit, then moving in to some temporary digs. after that, i believe i will nap.

****

Hamster One:

i am so, so sad over last night. i keep thinking of how that poor woman must have felt, all alone and going crazy. being strapped to a gurney by strange people in a strange place, not a familiar face in sight. it's breaking my heart.

Hamster Two:

flashbacks and nightmares. i don't believe i need to say more.

Hamster Three:

(deleted)'s drinking is way. out. of. control.

****

i need to shake some dust.

more cat pictures

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fireworks

annetta.ribken@gmail.com — Fri, 4 Jul 08 19:42:00 UT

her name is Nell and she's the wife of a businessman who stays here off and on on a regular basis. he's an older gentleman, with kind eyes and white hair. she's tiny and off beat -- still stuck in the 60's, i think.

she's been here since may, and he comes and goes. they do not share a room, except when the really bad thunderstorms hit. then, she grabs her guitar and a boatload of snacks from the sundries store, and holes up with him in his room.

she's very strange. she'll make inappropriate remarks that have no relevance to the situation. it's impossible to have a lucid conversation with her.

****

tonight, the room next to hers called down and complained of yelling, screaming, and pounding on the connected door. debris was shoved underneath the door, and the guests were (naturally) concerned

i called the room (Nell's) and she screamed "Fuck you!" into the phone. i said, "Nell, this is Netta from the front desk, are you okay? You can't be pounding and yelling, it's disturbing the other guests."

"Those motherfuckers opened the door and shoved their toothbrush at me, for the love of god!"

"Okay, I'll have them stop that. Lock the door and just stay away from it, okay?"

no, i guess that wasn't okay.

i went up to the adjoining room, and sure enough, pounding, screaming, moaning....i went to Nell's door and knocked. she flung it open, doused me with water, screaming about motherfuckers and the horses they ride, telling me the people next door raped her and gave her herpes. she shoved me with both hands, then slammed the door.

all righty, then.

i called the ops manager, no answer. i called the front desk manager, no answer. i called the GM, no answer. nice.

the ops manager finally called me back, and told me to call the police.

before i did that, i called the husband from the number on the reservation. he said when she gets like this, even he can't calm her down, and calling the police is the best option. he apologized.

i called the police.

in the meantime, Nell is wreaking havoc, spraying perfume everywhere, throwing barbeque sauce and chasing people away from the floor on which she's housed. she came down to the lobby and told me she just wants to go back to the woods where she grew up and be an artist, but she can't because they took her passport and driver's license. do i see? DO I SEE???

she took off running down the hallway, and i followed her. she burst out of the back door, ran across the parking lot, ran into the grill and fell. she picked herself up and took off across the field.

the paramedics arrived and i filled them in. they went off in search after i provided them with a description.

the phone is ringing off the fucking wall, people are arriving to check in, and did i mention the phone is ringing off the wall?

a very nice policeman arrived, and picked what little there is in my brain. he asked me if i wanted to press charges for assault, as is my right. i decline.

we checked out the room (trashed) and found an empty bottle of some kind of alcohol in the hallway. there's some unknown substance on the floor in front of her room, and smeared on the door of the other room. (i still have to go clean that up.)

she's found, and she's screaming like a banshee as they secure her to a gurney. the very nice policeman tells me she will be gone at least ten days for evaluation.

i think that's best.

****

i'm posting this from work, from the work computer, meaning i could get written up for it. i can't get into how i feel right now, but i wanted to get the rest down before i forgot.

not that i will forget this night for a long time.

all this for a dollar over minimum wage. i can say that right now, i feel like...well, never mind. my kid reads this.

:"(

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what day is it?

annetta.ribken@gmail.com — Fri, 4 Jul 08 01:04:00 UT

honestly, all day long i thought it was friday. sure does fuck ya up when you can't figure out what day it is.

coordinated schedules with the knight, then on to coordinating schedules with Gem, then next was coordinating the schedule at work. i said i'd take a first shift at the sister hotel on monday, but the manager there called me at work tonight. she wanted me to work a second shift saturday, as well. why? because she gave two of her staff the day off as requested, and has no one to cover the shift.

too bad. so sad. that would be no, for me. i have plans on saturday (i honestly do. besides the fact you just screwed your own schedule, and *i'm* supposed to pick that up? how about you call one of the people you mistakenly let go, or have someone pull a double, or HEAVEN FORBID, take the shift yourself??? what a dumbass.)

are you sure?

(WTFUCK? am i sure? AM I SURE?)

yes ma'am, i'm very sure.

she was silent on the phone for about three minutes. i waited.

oh. okay then. i'll see you monday. do you want to come in early to walk the hotel?

sure. i'll be there at 6:30 AM.

oh, no. it's 3-11. i need you 3-11.

right here i know she's fucking me. she told Miss S. she needed coverage because her monday/tuesday DAY SHIFT person got fired. so that means the 3-11 person wanted those day shifts, and now she has no one to cover 3-11 (like i can't figure *that* out. puhleeze.) and the next day i have to be at my hotel 7-3.

OYE.

what a clusterfuck. really. i said i'd take the shift, but i will never take another one over there. not unless it's really, really awesome. like, drooling awesome. with more money. which will never happen.

of course, over there, i don't have to do laundry.

hmmm.

****

i think there was drama in the air today. the Lead snapped on one of the housekeepers (driving her to tears) and on A, the first shift anchor. A told her, "Don't speak to me like that!" and Miss S. caught the Lead before she bolted and found out the "reason" the Lead was hateful to Miss C. and A -- it wasn't even Miss C. -- the Lead said one of the other girls left, didn't clean her check-outs, and only did the stay-overs. she didn't tell anyone she was leaving. so, the Lead was bitchy to Miss C.

yeah, i don't get it either.

****

a guest came in and tried to scam me today. oh, yes he tried. it was a CLASSIC case of I'm Getting Something For Nothing From This Place.

the evidence:

1. he said he made a reservation for a one-room suite. (he did not. he made a reservation for a room with two double beds. there's no way to fake that on the computer, at least, that i know of.)

2. he said it was very important for him to have this one-room suite (which is a higher rate) because it's his anniversary weekend, and he brought his kids with him. (actually, not that it matters, i believe he is REALLY here for one of the mega-family reunions taking place this holiday weekend. this weekend is HUGE for family reunions. and why would you bring your children to an anniversary weekend? or am i missing something here?)

3. he said he's been calling the hotel and verifying his room type since he made the reservation, calling as many as four times a week, on both day and night shift. (if he has, he's missed me every single time and i've been here three months, working both shifts. there was no note on his reservation of any call. there were no changes made to his reservation, which was booked through central.)

4. he is not a Reward Member. (at least, he wasn't until after he called corporate and yelled about not getting his room type.)

i explained to him that room type is a preference (stop me if you've heard this before) and not a guarantee. i further explained this is a long-term facility, and that most of our guest have been here weeks, even months. i said, the majority are from the nearby base, getting ready to deploy overseas. their orders change. i can't kick one of them out for three days, you see?

no, no he didn't see.

i can't give you what i don't have. (and what you didn't reserve.) i'm sorry. (call the WAH-mbulance.)

THAT'S when he called corporate and became a Rewards Member.

****

and that was just one of several incidents tonight. it was a madhouse.

****

oh my god, is it friday yet?? it's been thursday for a week.

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catching up

annetta.ribken@gmail.com — Thu, 3 Jul 08 11:14:00 UT

HA HA HA! not really.

heh.

i went to bed early (for me) and now i'm on the night shift. i'm never going to figure when i'm supposed to be eating/sleeping.

i took an extra day shift next week at our sister hotel. WTF, it's not like i have anything else to do (!!!), and they're in Tragic and Dire Straits. i don't have the scoop, Miss S. called me while i was still sitting in the parking lot yesterday.

will you? she asked.

all right. (said in the same manner Whoopi Goldberg said it in "Ghost".)

i adore you, she said.

yeah.

****

sometimes, i think i'm my own worst enemy. i can't seem to get out of my own way. heh.

****

i have a lot to do today. i'm not even sure where to start, but things are progressing and i'm glad of that. still not where i want to be (on several fronts) but i'm on my way, and that's a good feeling.

i've also seemed to attract great friends and kind people lately, and that's a huge comfort. because of certain circumstances of my life (the ongoing Saga that it has been and continues to be,) it's hard not to feel all alone, sometimes. thanks to all of you, my dear friends, thankfully those times are a lot more rare than they used to be.

that's more a gold lining than a silver one. or an aluminum one.

****

one thing i'm NOT looking forward to -- i don't know if you remember, but i blogged about some of it here.

yeah. that guy's back. i'm just grateful i wasn't on second shift the day he checked in. i'm hoping i can dodge him the next two nights. i hope.

****

k, i'm off and running.

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green grapes

annetta.ribken@gmail.com — Wed, 2 Jul 08 21:08:00 UT

sometimes, i really love my job. sometimes, i think i can do this for a long time. sometimes, that really scares me.

heh.

the thing about working in a hotel is, because of the nature of the business, the staff often bonds like family. Miss S. has brought in two key players in the staff she had at her other place -- and watching them, you can tell they've been together for years and have weathered quite a few crisis...es. (whatever.) i do like that aspect of working at a small hotel.

****

what i liked so much about today was People. two, in particular.

one is a gentleman that comes in every week, and prefers a feather pillow. he's very kind, never fractious, and always appreciative. he's a breath of fresh air, and always asks after my loved ones, and tells me he'll say a prayer for them.

the second one was a last-minute walk-in. short, very very dark, in a bright pink shirt and plaid shorts. sunglasses, and bling. he came in just as i was closing my shift and trying to get out of there.

he was very pleasant, and when i asked what brought him to town, he smiled big and said he was going to propose to his girlfriend tonight. he told me right now she's pissed off at him, because the other night they were talking about marriage and he told her he wasn't ready. so, she thought their night out tonight was his way of kissing up, and had no idea he was about to Pop The Question.

well, of course i squealed and oooed and congratulated, and i asked him if he had the ring with him and could i see it. he pulled it out -- omg, it was gorgeous. big bucks, there, and i told him he had great taste, and that i was really excited for him. (which i was.) he was so happy, how can you not respond to that?

he brought her in before i left, and i noticed they had matching shirts. (heh!) they were holding hands, and she had a look on her face, like, that's right, uh-huh, you better be kissing mah azz, sonny boy.

oh, i was so laughing inside.

i only wish i was working first shift tomorrow, so i could see them when they leave. i bet they'll be soooo cute.

****

the upper back is better, the lower back is grumbling. i'm used to the lower back complaining; that i can deal with. the sharp, stabbing pain has abated a bit, and i'm looking forward to getting some quality sleep tonight. more Important Stuffage to do tomorrow, a positive vibe is thrumming and i hope the note holds long enough for Certain Things To Come To Pass.

yes, i know it's cryptic, but get over yourself. i don't have to tell you everything, and who was it that said, "Serve no wine before its time." ???

grapes are still green.

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happy birthday, momma

annetta.ribken@gmail.com — Tue, 1 Jul 08 23:05:00 UT

i called my momma to wish her a happy birthday.

"Happy birthday, you old fart," I say.

"Thanks a lot, you little shit," she fires back, not missing a beat.

yep, that's my momma!

:) :) :)

<3

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giggling on the inside

annetta.ribken@gmail.com — Tue, 1 Jul 08 22:25:00 UT

first off, the van window i shattered while mowing the lawn? covered by Gem's homeowner's insurance, right?

well, yeah. except for the $500 deductible.

the car window came to $489.

so, now i owe Gem $500.

****

of note: Gem has had her life insurance, car insurance, and home insurance with the same company since she was sixteen. that's almost forty years. but the kicker?

she has never filed a claim. never.

even so, she has a $500 deductible, and not only that, she will be penalized her 10% discount because now, you see, she's had an "accident".

fun times.

****

took care of some Important Business today. will be taking care of some more tomorrow.

****

my back is so not happy right now.

****

on my way home from work, the knight caught sight of me and honked, and we met up in the parking lot of a local grocery store. much to my surprise, there was a mobile unit in the parking lot. a MAMMOGRAM mobile unit.

see that? he says. i talked to the girl in there. she's very nice. she said to go on in, talk to them, and they can do a free mammogram right now. if they can't do it here, they'll pay for it if you go to the hospital.

right now??

yes, baby, right now. go on. she's very nice. i gotta roll. call ya later.

off he went. but he waited until i got out of the car and made like i was going over there.

well, okay, i knew i wouldn't lie about it, so i went in. he was right. the girl was very nice, she knew who i was (he must have told her the chubby redhead, heh) although it was exactly what i expected. they wouldn't mammo me there; i have a personal history, a family history, and dense boobages. this i already knew. i'd have to go to the Big H.

but, what i didn't know, is not only is the mammosmashing paid for, but so is any subsequent testing (and treatment, i think, from what she was saying!) such as sonograms (which i always have to have because of the density thing) are also paid for.

i know they are connected to Susan G. Komen for the Cure, but i'm not sure if it's a local chapter or what. it's a big city, and they're connected to one of the largest (and best) hospitals in the country.

i might mosey up there.

****

the police came in this morning with a picture of a man wanted in several brutal homicides. presumed armed and dangerous. it was a little scary. so i was glad to see the same picture in the news as seized. i think i would have wet my pants if someone like that walked into the hotel.

srsly.

****

The Long, Hot Summer was a movie released the year i was born, based on "The Hamlet, a novel by William Faulkner. i had never seen it before -- it's one of Gem's favorites. lemme tell you -- Paul Newman was H.A.W.T.

good movie. if it's on, catch it. great southern flava -- like fried chicken and mashed taters.

****

way past my bedtime, so i'm rockin'.

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sometimes, you just have to laugh

annetta.ribken@gmail.com — Mon, 30 Jun 08 09:09:00 UT

it's either that, or snatch your head bald. maybe stick flaming bamboo shoots up your fingernails. or, sit in a corner, suck your thumb, and bang your head against the wall.

i'd rather laugh, but some days it's fucking hard.

****

i had a semi-game plan for yesterday, but that was all for naught. regardless, this is what i accomplished:

added blog entry to WW.
added a page to WW. (still can't figure out how to get ads on there so i can start getting paid. this was on the list but i never got to it.)

added blog entry to NC and menopause at OverForty and updated the hub page.

created accounts for O40 at twitter and squidoo.

worked on the experiment at Fever Blister Treatment.

finished and posted Muffin's story.

mowed the lawn. whilst doing so, a rock flew from under the mower to the neighbor's visiting realtor's passenger window in her new van, and shattered the window. yes, yes it did.

much ado.

hung a chime for Gem that whacked out a vertebrae in the middle of my back that's KILLING me right now. my right shoulder hurts so bad from the muscle pulling it's bringing tears to my eyes. i slept for shit last night, failing to find a comfortable position. i was hoping it would slip back in overnight, but that didn't happen.

grilled dinner: beef short ribs and corn on the cob.

****

i'm totally hooked on Pandora.

thanks, Bee!

****

and now it's monday.

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letter Nineteen to my Muffin

annetta.ribken@gmail.com — Sun, 29 Jun 08 23:04:00 UT

Hello, Muffin dear!

Only 70 days to go. That doesnât seem like much, does it? I canât wait (I know, I say that a lot, donât I?) until you come over to visit me on Sunday, and I can make you brownies. I made brownies for your cousins when they were little boys, and â¦.

The puppy story isnât ready yet, but I do have another story for you, Muffin. I hope you like it.

*

Marvin was a very lucky monkey, although today, he didnât feel particularly lucky. His little monkey tail drooped in the dust as he trudged home from Jungle School, so deep in his thoughts he didnât hear Gary Goat until Gary accidently stepped on his tail in his excitement at catching up with his friend.

âOops, sorry!â Gary bleated as he jumped to the side with his nimble hooves. âSorry, sorry.â

âSâok,â Marvin said, twitching his tail out of harmâs way. âHi, Gary.â

Gary jumped, jumped, like young goats are wont to do, but Marvin didnât smile like he usually did at Garyâs jumping. Gary jumped a few more times, trying to get his friend to smile his monkey smile, but when he saw Marvin wasnât smiling, he stopped his jumping and started to worry.

âWhatâs wrong, Monkey Marvin?â he bleated. âWhy arenât you smiling today?â

Marvin sighed. âRough day at the playground.â

Gary nodded. âI saw the baboon trying to catch your tail when you were on the monkey bars. I think his name is Bobby. Heâs not very nice.â

âNo, heâs not. He kept saying I was too little to play on the monkey bars. Iâm not too little! He said to come back when I grow up.â Marvin stomped his monkey foot in the dust. âI need to get bigger, so he doesnât say those things any more. If Iâm bigger, maybe heâll want to be my friend.â

Gary jumped, jumped. âHow are you going to get bigger? I like you the way you are.â

âI bet my Noni knows how I can get bigger. Noni knows everything.â

âOh! Oh! Can I come too?â

âSure. Letâs go tell my mama.â

The two friends let Mama Monkey know they were going to see Noni, and set off with instructions to be back by supper-time. Since Gary didnât have a tail to swing with from the trees, Marvin jumped with him all the way to Noniâs. Scampering over Noniâs well-manicured lawn, they arrived breathless at her lovely pink door. Knock! Knock!

Noni opened the door, beaming. âMarvin! Gary! What a nice surprise! Come in, come in, give your noni some Monkey Hugglages!â and she squeezed Marvin and hugged Gary. âIâm so happy to see you.â She held Marvin at armâs length and squinted her pretty monkey eyes. âI see we have something to talk about.â

Marvin nodded and Garyâs head bobbed, too. âWell,â she smiled, âLetâs go into the kitchen and talk about it.â

Noniâs kitchen was Marvinâs favorite room in her house. The aroma of tasty treats was always in the air, and something delicious was always bubbling on the stove or baking in the oven. Today was no exception; Noni took out a heavenly pan of brownies while Marvin and Gary jumped about the kitchen.

âWeâll let those cool, dearies, then weâll have snack with a nice cold glass of banana milk.â Noni sat on the window seat and pulled Jumping Marvin on her lap and said, âNow, tell me, my darling monkey face, whatâs your trouble?â and she smoothed the hair from his little monkey forehead. Gary bleated and nibbled on the tablecloth.

Marvin told Noni all about Bobby the Baboon, and Gary added details. Noni nodded and rocked, and listened. When Marvin and Gary were done, she sighed.

âGetting bigger isnât going to solve your problem, Marvin. You will get bigger, but there will always be a Bigger Bobby Baboon. What you need, dearie, is Magic Brownies.â

Marvin and Gary looked at each other with big eyes, and then at the cooling pan of brownies on the counter. Noni smiled.

to be continuedâ¦

<3

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pocket lint

annetta.ribken@gmail.com — Sun, 29 Jun 08 10:11:00 UT

well, nothing much going on here in Netta-Land, other than the usual stress-producing stuff that seems to be never-ending. another four pounds down, if that tells you anything. the knight says i'm getting taller. heh.

****

because of the pace at work, the Empire building has been slow going, at least on my end. work is not the only reason, of course -- other stress factors apply, also. i'm trying to make my peace with CHANGE, and it's not going so well. i think it's in my nature to struggle. taking the easy way, or giving up is just not an option for me once i've made up my mind to a Certain Course of Action. i don't know if being this stubborn is a Good Thing or a Bad Thing -- it just is what it is.

transitions are painful things, even if, by some miracle, you end up in a better place. i guess there's times in everyone's life when they are stretched, bent and twisted into the shape the Universe intends for you, and all that stretching, bending and twisting tends to be uncomfortable, sometimes approaching agonizing.

either that, or i just take everything way too much to heart.

****

the river crest has been predicted for monday, with levels up to 42 feet above the norm. i'm not in a danger zone, but i've been traveling a lot the last week through different counties, and there are a lot of places that have been affected -- and the rain keeps coming.

you can read about it here.

****

i was extremely saddened to hear of the death of George Carlin, although not everyone is a fan. last night's SNL aired the first episode that featured George, as well as one of my favorite skits from Andy Kaufman. (i know Andy Kaufman's humor is not for everyone, but omg, does he crack me up.) anyway, George Carlin had a profound influence on me, from my sense of humor to the underlying truths beneath the laughter. Carlin was brilliant -- he could make you roll around in an uncomfortable topic and laugh hysterically the entire time. i used to have his album, Toledo Window Box, and i listened to it over and over.

RIP, man. gone, but never, ever forgotten.

****

the little Shittard had quite an ordeal. you know that collar thing to keep him from chewing his stitches? well, that thing freaked him out so bad we thought he was having a stroke. for two days he was frantic (panting, pacing, scratching, panting, more pacing, nibbling, and he actually nipped Gem) and finally, at two o'clock in the morning of the second day, Gem had had enough and took the damn thing off, although the vet's office told her he had to wear it for two weeks (they scared her, telling her that he HAD to wear it or he'd tear out his intestines.) he calmed IMMEDIATELY and has since done very well, although he's taken to peeing on the floor when no one is looking (and blaming it on the cat.)

i told Gem next time she wants a pet, to just get pregnant. heh.

****

that's it. other stuff will remain private, only because it's difficult to process while in the *middle* of the process, can ya feel me.

one foot. in front. of the other.

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flood watch and nutshells

annetta.ribken@gmail.com — Thu, 26 Jun 08 18:22:00 UT

the river is supposed to crest saturday in our area. last i heard 18 levees have failed, but so far we're okay here. the Mississippi has risen to the steps of the Arch -- the parking lots, the road, the Budweiser stage area, all of it is underwater. i really want to get pictures, but the angle was bad from the bridge.

scary stuff.

****

the headache(s) is (are) better. i know these headaches, i've had them before. tension. (hah. ya think?) at the worst it feels like stretching an extra-small condom over a bowling ball and someone banging on it with a hammer. they wax and wane, and it sucks Mighty Monkey Ballz.

****

in a nutshell:

...the Shittard is recovering from his surgery but he is still really grumpy about the e-collar. he's dug sores in his ribs from trying to scratch the stitches. he looks like how i feel.

...first shift is much better for me sleep-wise, not-so-good when it comes to putting the Empire together, and not-so-good as far as workload. yesterday i was up to my ass in de-staining and dealing with laundry, and today i spent geeking and training people on the rewards program. setting up eight log-ins, four computers and two printers, answering the convoluted questions, and walking people through the e-learning, i was bopping around like a flea.

i think the brain usage wore me out more than the physical labor.

...and that's the skinny. stress has reached Maximum Density, and right now i'm residing in the Eye of the Storm. the only way to the Other Side is through, can you dig it.

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humping along

annetta.ribken@gmail.com — Wed, 25 Jun 08 21:37:00 UT

oh, it's a hump day, all right.

the past few days are almost a blur, that's how much my head hurt. i do know i worked, and i still have a job so i must be doing it properly. i do know i dropped the Shittard off for his surgery (no nutz and a hernia repair) and that he's just so pathetic. poor little guy -- he's wearing this funny -looking collar and he hates it. the cat is snickering her foolish ass off.

he's so embarrassed.

i took pictures.

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that's it. i'm wiped. this has not been my favorite week of the year, and i'm thinking there's other contenders for the Shittiest Week of 2008 just up ahead.

lucky me.

i'm hitting the bed while the hammers are quiet.

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headache day 2 or 3 i lost count

annetta.ribken@gmail.com — Tue, 24 Jun 08 18:58:00 UT

the whole back of my head is sore and throbbing. my eyes hurt. i'm not puking, but i'm not far from it.

the world doesn't stop -- i'm on first shift until friday, training all the staff on the OS, protocol, and the rewards program.

add a fight with the lead, lots of other drama, and you're looking at someone who feels like a dishrag.

onward.

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headache

annetta.ribken@gmail.com — Sun, 22 Jun 08 23:42:00 UT

update tomorrow.

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