Happy Birthday
Aug. 4th, 2008 04:05 pmto my Western Philosopher pal,
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zaecus
zaecusAug. 4th, 2008
It started out with my tearing up my bedside table, trying to turn off my alarm clock. For some reason, I thought the alarm clock was somehow connected to the lamp, so I was knocking the lamp to and fro while the alarm clock kept going and going and going.... GAH! After I got my act together, I got ready for work and left at five til 6:00. Thanks to the traffic lights being kind, I got to work with a minute to spare, at 5:59. Yeek, what luck!
The drink machines were ravaged over the weekend, so I emptied my drink cabinet. Once the drinks were done, I fill up the snack machine and pulled the stales out of the cold food machines, then fill them up with whatever leftover food I had after the weekend guy had done his thing. Pickin's were slim. I and everyone around me were looking forward to Jeff, my delivery dude. So I finished up with the food machines, double-checked the coffee machine for everything it needed, filled up the condiment containers and spork holders, then filled all the napkin holders. I flew through it all and didn't even break a sweat, which was unusual, because I sweat like nobody's business every morning when I'm doing my canteen attendant duties in the morning. It took me a little under two hours, then I collapsed in the booth I commandeer each morning to work on my Monday orders.
About an hour later it occurred to me that I hadn't checked the gum and mint bin in the snack machine. I checked it and it was seriously low on both Certs and the Doublemint gum. So I went to my cabinet and was collecting what I needed when I turned to find my boss, Brian, standing there. He scared the crap out of me because I wasn't expecting a person to be standing in the dark hall where all my supply cabinets were relegated shortly after I began working at Röautchling. After I pulled the skin I'd jumped out of back on, I asked what merited me a visit from my fearless leader. Turns out, he needed cold food. I told him I didn't have any until Jeff came by, but I'd call him as soon as Jeff arrived. He seemed happy with that, and with how everything looked in my neck of the woods, and off he went to wait for my call.
Shortly before 11 am, Jeff came with my daily goodies. I got only three trays of cold food, which meant I'd have nothing for Brian, nor would I have enough to do my peeps at Röautchling. Jeff tried to call him on his Nextel to let him know, but he couldn't get a signal in the cellular black hole that is Röautchling, so I called Brian and gave him the bad news.
As soon as I got off the phone with Brian, Aunt Tudi called me. Her doctor's nurse had called her about the bloodwork that was done last week with Aunt Tudi's visit. It turns out that her kidney function was pretty much nil and her potassium was out the roof. Her bloodwork was so back that Dr. Adams-Hudson wanted Aunt Tudi to go down to Spartanburg Regional's outpatient center to have the bloodwork done over, in the event the first readings were nothing but a fluke. She told Teresa, the nurse, that she wouldn't be able to make it down to Spartanburg until after 2, when I got off work, and Teresa said she'd let the lab folks at the outpatient center to look for Aunt Tudi after 2.
I left work about 10 til 2 and dashed off to pick up Aunt Tudi. I had her down to SRMC by 2:15 and she went straight back to the lab. She may hear something about the results this evening, so we're keeping the phone open in hopes the doc will call tonight. While we were in the Med Lab waiting area, I took a picture of the magazines available for people to read while waiting to have their blood drawn. This is the reality of living in the Bible Belt.
( let's shove jeebus down yer throat! )
After Aunt Tudi had 14 gallons of blood sucked out of her body, we headed back to Lyman to pay our car insurance, then back to the Duncan Bank of America to pay on the home equity loan. Coupons in our hot paws, we bounced across the street to Taco Bell, where we got us a free taco each. And now we're home, noshing on some fast Mexican food, and waiting on the phone to ring.
When we got home, I had a call from Tami at Dollar General. She's wanting me to come in to the store at 5 PM tomorrow to discuss options. The main office took so long to get my paperwork straightened out that the position for which I applied is no longer available. They want me to work for them, but it's just a matter of being placed. I told her that it needed to be in Duncan or as close to Duncan as possible, because that's why I initially applied for the job. She said that she wanted to work with me as much as possible to get me the position I needed, so I'm going to talk to her about it at 5 tomorrow. If I can't get a job at least 10 miles or under away from home, I can't take the job, because the gas I'd have to pay for to get to the job would pretty much void any income I may pull in from working there. It's a good thing I got an application at Taco Bell while we were there getting our free tacos. Driving 1.5 miles to Taco Bell isn't too shabby, even if I am getting minimum wage.
After Judge Judy, I have to go out and mow the grass. If I don't die, I'm coming in and drinking 50 gallons of ice water, then take a quick shower and pretend it's a long luxurious one. We're under a mandatory water conservation alert because of the drought. Showers aren't included in this, but I'm keen on conserving in any and every way possible. I have a keen imagination, so I can easily have that wonderfully long shower in my mind, even making it a waterfall under which I find myself blessed. In RL, I'll be in and out, toweling down and powdering like crazy before someone can say "Irish Spring!"
To top this lovely day off, Aunt Tudi broke the horrid news to me that Morgan Freeman has been severely injured in a car accident and is currently in serious condition somewhere in Mississippi. When she told me this, I could barely see for the tears in my eyes, which wasn't a good thing, since I was driving. I've loved Mr. Freeman since the Electric Company years. He's alway been like a member of my family and is definitely a father figure to me. If he dies, I'm gonna be a wreck. My mind is dwelling on Morgan Freeman's health and Aunt Tudi's health. Everyone I love is declining, it seems. Just thinking about it makes me want to throw everything aside and run far far away.
I'll leave this crazy post with a clip from the Electric Company, featuring Morgan Freeman as Easy Reader.
**EDIT**: The doctor just called and wants Aunt Tudi to go to the emergency room. Her kidneys look really bad and her potassium is dangerously high. So.... Any prayers, magick, thoughts, or whatever is very graciously welcomed and appreciated.
The drink machines were ravaged over the weekend, so I emptied my drink cabinet. Once the drinks were done, I fill up the snack machine and pulled the stales out of the cold food machines, then fill them up with whatever leftover food I had after the weekend guy had done his thing. Pickin's were slim. I and everyone around me were looking forward to Jeff, my delivery dude. So I finished up with the food machines, double-checked the coffee machine for everything it needed, filled up the condiment containers and spork holders, then filled all the napkin holders. I flew through it all and didn't even break a sweat, which was unusual, because I sweat like nobody's business every morning when I'm doing my canteen attendant duties in the morning. It took me a little under two hours, then I collapsed in the booth I commandeer each morning to work on my Monday orders.
About an hour later it occurred to me that I hadn't checked the gum and mint bin in the snack machine. I checked it and it was seriously low on both Certs and the Doublemint gum. So I went to my cabinet and was collecting what I needed when I turned to find my boss, Brian, standing there. He scared the crap out of me because I wasn't expecting a person to be standing in the dark hall where all my supply cabinets were relegated shortly after I began working at Röautchling. After I pulled the skin I'd jumped out of back on, I asked what merited me a visit from my fearless leader. Turns out, he needed cold food. I told him I didn't have any until Jeff came by, but I'd call him as soon as Jeff arrived. He seemed happy with that, and with how everything looked in my neck of the woods, and off he went to wait for my call.
Shortly before 11 am, Jeff came with my daily goodies. I got only three trays of cold food, which meant I'd have nothing for Brian, nor would I have enough to do my peeps at Röautchling. Jeff tried to call him on his Nextel to let him know, but he couldn't get a signal in the cellular black hole that is Röautchling, so I called Brian and gave him the bad news.
As soon as I got off the phone with Brian, Aunt Tudi called me. Her doctor's nurse had called her about the bloodwork that was done last week with Aunt Tudi's visit. It turns out that her kidney function was pretty much nil and her potassium was out the roof. Her bloodwork was so back that Dr. Adams-Hudson wanted Aunt Tudi to go down to Spartanburg Regional's outpatient center to have the bloodwork done over, in the event the first readings were nothing but a fluke. She told Teresa, the nurse, that she wouldn't be able to make it down to Spartanburg until after 2, when I got off work, and Teresa said she'd let the lab folks at the outpatient center to look for Aunt Tudi after 2.
I left work about 10 til 2 and dashed off to pick up Aunt Tudi. I had her down to SRMC by 2:15 and she went straight back to the lab. She may hear something about the results this evening, so we're keeping the phone open in hopes the doc will call tonight. While we were in the Med Lab waiting area, I took a picture of the magazines available for people to read while waiting to have their blood drawn. This is the reality of living in the Bible Belt.
( let's shove jeebus down yer throat! )
After Aunt Tudi had 14 gallons of blood sucked out of her body, we headed back to Lyman to pay our car insurance, then back to the Duncan Bank of America to pay on the home equity loan. Coupons in our hot paws, we bounced across the street to Taco Bell, where we got us a free taco each. And now we're home, noshing on some fast Mexican food, and waiting on the phone to ring.
When we got home, I had a call from Tami at Dollar General. She's wanting me to come in to the store at 5 PM tomorrow to discuss options. The main office took so long to get my paperwork straightened out that the position for which I applied is no longer available. They want me to work for them, but it's just a matter of being placed. I told her that it needed to be in Duncan or as close to Duncan as possible, because that's why I initially applied for the job. She said that she wanted to work with me as much as possible to get me the position I needed, so I'm going to talk to her about it at 5 tomorrow. If I can't get a job at least 10 miles or under away from home, I can't take the job, because the gas I'd have to pay for to get to the job would pretty much void any income I may pull in from working there. It's a good thing I got an application at Taco Bell while we were there getting our free tacos. Driving 1.5 miles to Taco Bell isn't too shabby, even if I am getting minimum wage.
After Judge Judy, I have to go out and mow the grass. If I don't die, I'm coming in and drinking 50 gallons of ice water, then take a quick shower and pretend it's a long luxurious one. We're under a mandatory water conservation alert because of the drought. Showers aren't included in this, but I'm keen on conserving in any and every way possible. I have a keen imagination, so I can easily have that wonderfully long shower in my mind, even making it a waterfall under which I find myself blessed. In RL, I'll be in and out, toweling down and powdering like crazy before someone can say "Irish Spring!"
To top this lovely day off, Aunt Tudi broke the horrid news to me that Morgan Freeman has been severely injured in a car accident and is currently in serious condition somewhere in Mississippi. When she told me this, I could barely see for the tears in my eyes, which wasn't a good thing, since I was driving. I've loved Mr. Freeman since the Electric Company years. He's alway been like a member of my family and is definitely a father figure to me. If he dies, I'm gonna be a wreck. My mind is dwelling on Morgan Freeman's health and Aunt Tudi's health. Everyone I love is declining, it seems. Just thinking about it makes me want to throw everything aside and run far far away.
I'll leave this crazy post with a clip from the Electric Company, featuring Morgan Freeman as Easy Reader.
**EDIT**: The doctor just called and wants Aunt Tudi to go to the emergency room. Her kidneys look really bad and her potassium is dangerously high. So.... Any prayers, magick, thoughts, or whatever is very graciously welcomed and appreciated.
