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I haven't meant to skip out so long, weekend was just intense. And then today, I was exHAUSted, sleeping almost from the minute I got home.
( Saturday: Hetaoke II )
( Sunday: Painting II )
As for today, I was miserable when I woke up. Whereas last week I had no voice, this week, my throat is SORE. I can talk, but it just hurts, and I'm coughing a lot. I started the day with coffee to wake me up, and tea with honey to soothe my throat. One of them worked. D: But even then, my brain started giving out halfway during work. I was organizing a list of students into certain groups, but there are too many places to look for information at once, so I can't Robot Mode it. However, when doing a chore like that, my brain wants to Robot Mode, so sometimes it happens without my realizing. By the time I did realize it, I was already through the H's, and I asked to do other things before I mucked it up more.
And being at work in the first place was a pain in the ass. Today was MLKJ day, so the school was supposed to be closed. Therefore, the doors were locked. Since I didn't have time for that BULLSHIT, I called little!Jimmy, who informed me that the handicapped doors still worked. And as I walked in, security stopped me. At first I didn't hear them. XD But they were like "What are you doing here?" "Um, I work here?" "The school is closed." "I know, but I was called in for today." Because, really, who would come in on a holiday when they didn't have to? :/ And then they figured out that I worked for Jimmy and let me pass.
AND THEN THE OFFICE DOOR WAS LOCKED and I had to call little!Jimmy again. And we're not allowed to call him little!Jimmy anymore, because some other people think it's demeaning. 9_9
At least Jimmy bought us lunch. Curry! It was rather tasty.
Upon returning home, my mother told me that my (last surviving) great-aunt died yesterday in Puerto Rico (Tía Aida passed away over the summer, so this is double-suck). I met Tía Can (she lived with her daughter in Albany for a while), and I liked her, she was cool. Mom, who was named after Tía Can (though not really, lol) is okay, and so is Gramma. Cousin Ruthie was less than okay today, but she was able to talk to my mom later this evening. Gramma wants to go to the service, and I would go with her, but it's in Puerto Rico.... Fortunately, I heard Uncle Charlie's gonna go with her instead, so I feel less bad about having a job and school. :/ Still. Gramma's the last one, now.
Just so I won't end the post on such a depressing note, I also slept a lot. BECAUSE I AM SICK AND TIRED. I was looking through the Chugworth archives and ... fell asleep. Then two hours later, I fell asleep. Then half an hour later I fell asleep. And I've been up for two hours now, but as soon as I'm done here, I'm going to go back to sleep. Fucking... augh. Full week this week. No more hanging out on Sundays until MAY because I need them to rest and do laundry and shit. Man, I'm gonna miss that....
Schlitzweitz.
( Saturday: Hetaoke II )
( Sunday: Painting II )
As for today, I was miserable when I woke up. Whereas last week I had no voice, this week, my throat is SORE. I can talk, but it just hurts, and I'm coughing a lot. I started the day with coffee to wake me up, and tea with honey to soothe my throat. One of them worked. D: But even then, my brain started giving out halfway during work. I was organizing a list of students into certain groups, but there are too many places to look for information at once, so I can't Robot Mode it. However, when doing a chore like that, my brain wants to Robot Mode, so sometimes it happens without my realizing. By the time I did realize it, I was already through the H's, and I asked to do other things before I mucked it up more.
And being at work in the first place was a pain in the ass. Today was MLKJ day, so the school was supposed to be closed. Therefore, the doors were locked. Since I didn't have time for that BULLSHIT, I called little!Jimmy, who informed me that the handicapped doors still worked. And as I walked in, security stopped me. At first I didn't hear them. XD But they were like "What are you doing here?" "Um, I work here?" "The school is closed." "I know, but I was called in for today." Because, really, who would come in on a holiday when they didn't have to? :/ And then they figured out that I worked for Jimmy and let me pass.
AND THEN THE OFFICE DOOR WAS LOCKED and I had to call little!Jimmy again. And we're not allowed to call him little!Jimmy anymore, because some other people think it's demeaning. 9_9
At least Jimmy bought us lunch. Curry! It was rather tasty.
Upon returning home, my mother told me that my (last surviving) great-aunt died yesterday in Puerto Rico (Tía Aida passed away over the summer, so this is double-suck). I met Tía Can (she lived with her daughter in Albany for a while), and I liked her, she was cool. Mom, who was named after Tía Can (though not really, lol) is okay, and so is Gramma. Cousin Ruthie was less than okay today, but she was able to talk to my mom later this evening. Gramma wants to go to the service, and I would go with her, but it's in Puerto Rico.... Fortunately, I heard Uncle Charlie's gonna go with her instead, so I feel less bad about having a job and school. :/ Still. Gramma's the last one, now.
Just so I won't end the post on such a depressing note, I also slept a lot. BECAUSE I AM SICK AND TIRED. I was looking through the Chugworth archives and ... fell asleep. Then two hours later, I fell asleep. Then half an hour later I fell asleep. And I've been up for two hours now, but as soon as I'm done here, I'm going to go back to sleep. Fucking... augh. Full week this week. No more hanging out on Sundays until MAY because I need them to rest and do laundry and shit. Man, I'm gonna miss that....
Schlitzweitz.
