Are ya icky are ya sticky? Are ya hot as anything? - King Missile
Why yes King Missile, I am.
I woke up this morning in thrashing agony. Ooooh the pain. I tried to get up. I tried to get ready for work but my body wasn't letting me. I was in a cold sweat from head to toe and the knotted pain in my abdomen was not going to allow me to make it out the door and down the block to the train station and all the way to work without looking like some kind of deranged lunatic dragging myself about town.
I couldn't even remember the main office number because my head was clouded by extreme physical misery. I tried three times before I finally got the number right and got put through to the "Absentee Line" to report that I wouldn't be in. I didn't even have the strength to dial my three bosses directly to tell them that I couldn't make it in. (At my job all you are required to do is call the absentee line, but I like to speak to my bosses myself so that they don't think that I'm playing hookey and so they know that I care enough to tell them personally that I won't be in). But I couldn't.
I threw myself back onto my bed and writhed around until the pain finally subsided enough that I fell asleep and had weird dreams about being on the Brooklyn Bridge and seeing these beautiful ships with gigantic masts. They looked like something out of a pirate movie, but more majestic and spectacular. The dream was surreal and beautiful. When I woke up the pain was gone.
I called my bosses and they were all so nice, comforting me and telling me to watch movies and eat chicken soup and relax. Everything is quiet in the office today they said so it's not a big deal.
I don't call in sick unless I'm sick. Not even if I'm really hungover. I just force my ass out of bed and get to work. It's my own damn fault if I drank too much. People who call in sick, regularly, annoy me. I work with a girl who has already used all her sick and personal days for the year. (We get 10, plus three weeks vacation). It gets on my nerves even though it's really none of my damn business. I want my bosses to say "Maria only calls in when she's really sick and she always lets us know when she's going to be late." I guess some people just really don't care. I read somewhere that because I am a virgo, I am very critical of other people's work performance and that I don't like to share projects because I am a perfectionist and I am afraid someone else is going to fuck it up. It is crazy how accurate that astrology stuff can be sometimes.
Anyway, today I HAD to call in, and it was the first time since I started working at this firm last November, so I'm not going to feel guilty. And now that I am not in so much pain anymore I can enjoy being cozy at home in the cruddy gray weather. All I need now is hot chocolate.
Posted by Maria at June 20, 2003 12:45 PM | TrackBackSure hope you get to feeling better hon....don't be hardheaded if you don't feel better soon...beely keeps hurting, call the doctor :)
Posted by: sandy at June 20, 2003 12:59 PMfeel better soon! :)
Posted by: Ruthie at June 20, 2003 01:04 PMMaria!
Wanna borrow my "Linky"?? She's great for when you're feelin' kucky...
And btw ... it's 75 degrees no humidity and not a cloud in the sky here on Cape Cod. Have been to Nantucket and back by air already today.
There now. Feel better?? :)
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(I suspect there's a sadist lingering inside me somewhere) Either that or just having come from BOYCOTT HOLLYWOOD, I find myself in a rather nasty mood!!!!!!!!!!
God that place. Now both LisaS and Reilly have joined into the realm of regular posting. More predictable right wing rhetoric. I am trying to get them off the Clintons, Sue and Tim et al.. but they seem to wanna stay in that same old bashing mode. Must make 'em feel powerful.
SANDRA!!! HELP ME OUT HERE! You gonna make me face THOSE dragons all by my onesies???
GULP.
Posted by: Chosesinconnues at June 20, 2003 03:40 PMThanks guys! I feel much better. Especially since I took a little excursion to the shoe store and came back with snappy cute shoes. So I donned a black/white polkadot dress and snappy shoes and I look like I'm going to a pahty. But I'm not. I'm going to stay in and watch movays in my pahty dress. And maybe some folks will come by for a visit. Yes Chose, I would like to borrow linky. My cats are too freaking aloof.
Don't say Nantucket and 75 degrees meanie! Here, it just pretended like it was going to storm all day and didn't until about a half hour ago there was a drizzle. Not so cold though. Just gray.
Posted by: Maria at June 20, 2003 07:29 PMErrr...sorry about that.....transposed a loa.....
*goes back to reading 'Voodoo For Dummies', Chapter 4*
Posted by: evilmike at June 20, 2003 08:39 PMGlad to hear you're on the mend Maria!
The BH site is a freaking free for all.. heheh
It has become a posting board for the heirarchy to vent their male control issues. Remember when LisaS claimed "three of the owners are bisexual"?? My money's on the fact that not one of them is a MALE bisexual.
Christ. ENOUGH ALREADY.
Maria ... I saved one particularly juicy thread's postings so you could have a look see. You want me to post here or email it to you??
Unbefuckinglievable.
Posted by: Chosesinconnues at June 20, 2003 09:42 PMJust a sample of my latest defense mode:
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You're not "setting" anyone "straight" Reilly.
You are simply trying to win an argument by bullying. It's a familiar ploy but never very successful.
This is tedious at best and explains all too readily why so many previous testosterone-control-freak based posters were allowed their arrogant diatribes into the realm of homophobic insult without fear of dismissal or banishment.
Ah the new improved BH, where the 'big guy' gets to 'win' all arguments and randomly "edit" at will....all the while Lisa saying "it's my website and I can do as I like so nah na nah na nah na"!
Sure sounds like freedom of speech to me... not.
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This isn't a place for legitimate difference of opinion.. it's a freaking high school clique complete with bullies and cheerleaders and clubhouse rules. Let's all revisit that playground REAL soon.
Reilly (old sport or otherwise).. btw it's simply a familiarity to which you appear to take singular exception... You've copied pasted and commented on every legitimate point I have made.
And for your information, I began by being ENTIRELY topical re Kelsey Grammer. I stated he'd had a tough life but was guilty of many of the failings you folks faulted Bill Clinton for.
It was others (including yourself) who made this thing a personal issue and veered it "off subject". Do your homework and scroll back. Jesus people... this is NOT rocket science!
Ah but you'll miss me when I'm gone.....
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AH! The new improved Boycott Hollywood. :)
Posted by: Chosesinconnues at June 20, 2003 09:46 PMI can only imagine what it is like over there. Actually glad that I'm not getting high blood pressure over it. I can already see myself in full on aggravation mode. I'm used to being silent on there, but I'm not used to not being able to see what everyone else is saying! ANYWAY, as they say here in Brooklyn, fuck dem bitchez, I don't need dem all up in ma grill.
Anyway, there is plenty of other stuff to look at on the net.
Posted by: Maria at June 20, 2003 10:02 PMAh to be relaxed and peaceful on a nice calm Friday night :)
Posted by: lee at June 20, 2003 10:08 PMmaria
I don't want to sterotype..but we just got a new guy on our street and he's from Brooklyn, jersey some fucking where..that accent is thick. Are they all LOUD? I can hear this dude inside my house and he's like 3 houses up. He seems to be just a nice, regular guy..but damnit to hell he's LOUD...and he talks to you like he's known you forever...he's killin me...I mean that in a good way...he's just too much..