Diagnosis: "Severe Poison Ivy"

Yes, severe was the term used. I just got back from the dermatologist. Thank GOD I don't have scabies or some other horrible infection. Though I must say, this poison ivy is pretty lame. The doc prescribed me some intense medication known as prednisone.

As he was writing out my prescription, he turned to me and said, "Now, just to warn you... this is going to make you moody. Just be sure to warn your friends and roommates that you are going to be a bit... out of sorts for awhile." Moody? Out of sorts? Greeeat. Just what I need right now. When I got home, I immediately wikipedia'd prednisone. Yep, mania is a side effect. Lucky me! "Manic patients may need to be hospitalized to protect themselves and others." Fingers crossed. At least euphoria is another side effect of prednisone. I could definitely use some of that.

In other news, I have a new job. Yes, it's true. Friday was an interesting day, as well as my last day working at the Doctor's office. The office manager there (as well as the HR lady) told me to go get a new social security card. It was stolen a while back and I hadn't replaced it, but after two months of employment there they decided it was time I got one. I was also told that I would be getting paid for however long it took Friday morning to go get it. I left work at 8:30, returned two hours later and resumed my usual duties. No big deal, right? Well, apparently, the doc was completely oblivious to the current situation. HE thought that I was out running a personal errand and the office manager was too dense to inform him otherwise. That was the one thing about that place... the doc was never around. I mean, it seemed like a good thing- rarely having my boss around- but he didn't see what actually went on there. SO, he was pissed and fired me for being "unreliable". He didn't even look me in the eyes, and he refused to hear my case. That was just that.

Pretty shitty, right? I mean, it was so random. No one saw it coming. I was pretty shocked and disappointed. I've never been fired, and it was all over a stupid misunderstanding. Luckily, these sorts of things happen for a reason. I immediately went into survivor mode and called a friend at my previous place of employment that had offered me my old job back a little while back. I planned on meeting with my old boss today, but a good mentor made me realize how horrible of a decision that would ultimately be. That place is awful. I mean, now more than it ever was. Working there again, as well as trying to move and take a couple classes and deal with this stupid poison ivy and the disappointment of losing my job would stress me out to no end. So I'm gonna take it easy, move out, and start working as an office manager for this lovely psychologist I happen to know! It's such a perfect situation... I couldn't be more grateful.

I am also completely grateful to have awesome friends that know awesome people that own lake houses. My Memorial Day weekend was AMAZING. We spent Saturday gallivanting around "Camp Longhorn" and Sunday at the lake. In case you were wondering, Camp Longhorn is this elite camp where parents pay 3 grand to send their kids to for a couple weeks. We went with booze and partied it up by ourselves. Slept in cabins, swam around the lazy river at 3 am... the whole shabang. I mean, I was under the impression that I had scabies the entire time, but that didn't stop me from having a blast. It was an awesome weekend and just what I needed to get my mind in the right place.

Alrighty, time to pick up my meds! And then off to another Secret Show.

This should be interesting...

I woke up this morning with a double chin.

A very red, itchy, bumpy double chin. It seems I've been attacked by bugs or possibly poisonous plants. All I know is that my chin is very, VERY swollen. The good news? I work at a doctors office.

I took some Clarinex when I got here. It didn't work. So then I got a steroid shot. It doesn't seem to be working, either. SO, it looks like they'll be writing me out a prescription of some sort. Jeeez this super sucks. I don't want to spend my weekend with a freakin' chicken wattle for a chin! Ughhhhhh.

In happier news, I'm moving out of my apartment in NINE DAYS!!! It is about damn time.

Friday, glorious Friday!

I am violating so many dress codes right now. In my defense, I can't really help it.

Ohhh the past couple days have destroyed me. I need to relax this weekend, but it's not gonna happen. I plan on marathoning through LOST when I get home and then drinking the sleepy away. Actually, I need to set aside a good 20 minutes just to pacify Jack when I walk through the door. I haven't been home since yesterday morning, so she's probably close to slitting her wrists. Or... paws.

Totally going on a master cleanse next week. Meaghan and I attempted it once before and didn't even last a full day without going on a taco run. It was so pathetic. We're gonna power through this time. I am 37% sure of it.

Other things I decided today include road tripping to Chicago for Lollapalooza in August. Heeee! The line up is amahahazing. It is going to be the best time ever. Get excited. It's going to be so nice not paying rent this summer. It has been so long since I have been free of major financial obligations. I'm going to try really hard to save up money, but I see a few shopping spree's in my future.

Ew, I need to start packing soon. And cleaning. Two of my favorite things. I'd like to think that I'll start the moving process this week, but that's not very likely. I can see myself rushing at the absolute last minute and ghetto packing my apartment up. At least I'm prepared for it.

Don't forget to send your mother's singing telegrams or things of that nature for Mother's Day! I should probably get on that...

say what?

Pretty anxious to watch the primaries tonight. I'm so ready for all this democratic party bullshit to just be over for chrissake. Obama '09!

So, I haven't gotten a haircut in, oh, I don't know... a good two years. I'd say that's kinda pushin' it. SO, after my highly hectic day at work (I know, I was shocked, too!) I decided to cross a number off my to-do list and chop a few locks off. Now, my to-do list consists of about three things:

1] Get my oil changed.
2] Cut my hair.
3] Clean my apartment.
4] Watch as much LOST as humanly possible.

Okay, so that's four things- three of which I have managed to avoid accomplishing for quite sometime now. But in a last minute decision to be unproductive yet again, I skipped the hair salon and drove straight home. I noticed my scissors sitting out and ended up cutting my hair myself. Risky, I know. Also impulsive, unorthodox, and just plain stupid... but the 3-4 inches I cut off seems to be a nice improvement.

So enough about haircuts and lists and otherwise insignificant things. Today, I was offered my old job back. That's right- the job I quit a couple months ago. The job I resigned arbitrarily. I'm pretty sure the old boss hates my guts. Yet, alas... they are lost without me. Oddly enough the last few days I have been somewhat reminiscent about that stupid old job. Not the position... just a few of the people. And the location, seeing as how I will be living in North Austin this summer. Oh yeah, and the significant pay increase.


Hmm, this should be interesting.

I have sudoku'ed myself to death.

After surfing the web for hours, boredom has finally set in. I've read every single article on CNN.com. I even educated myself about animal domestication and riot survival. I managed to grow tired of StumbleUpon, too, which is a difficult task. Whatever, I'm not complaining. I am getting paid for this nonsense.

In other news, I just ate the tastiest brownie in all the universe and it contained 0 g's-o-fat. Zero! It's mind blowing. Also, I am obsessed with LOST, and I am in love with Sawyer. Yes, the sarcastic asshole. Shocking.

I am having a fiesta this weekend and I pretty much can't wait.


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http://www.cnn.com/POLITICS/analysis/toons/2008/04/28/mitchell/

sleep sleep sleepy

I need to have a chillathon this weekend. The past couple nights have almost killed me. I'm pretty stoked about seeing Jordan tomorrow, though. It has been months. Not too stoked about getting up at 7:30 in the morning ughhh.

I have done nothing today. I have gotten paid to do nothing. Well, that's not true. I have gotten paid to play sudoku, read about current events, answer about 5 phone calls and keep my seat nice and toasty. It's a pretty good thing too, because me and hungover are getting sick of each other.


Whiskey and I are still besties.

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A guy in a Lexus flipped me off on West Riverside this morning because I failed to slam on my breaks and allow him to cut me off as hastily as he would have preferred. Don't you just love humanity?

This is gonna be a pretty stellar day, though. Aside from the fact that a self-proclaimed "computer god" destroyed my computer. He came in on Friday simply to repair a few Outlook errors and start up problems. He managed to temporarily fix those issues, but somehow screwed up the important programs. So now my computer is worse off than it was. Of course. Fortunately, that means I get a new computer in a few days. :)

I get a free lunch today, too. The drug reps are intensely annoying, but at least I get free food out of them. Alright, I should probably get back to my super busy job.

Obamarama!

Dead right.

Ugh. I now realize just why my best friends are my BEST friends. And I suddenly miss them after a longish night of drinking downtown.

Short, actually. I began my day slurping my 7 million calorie frappucino and folding the laundry I left in the dryer the night before. Oh, and the two 17,000 calorie chocolate chip cookies I also purchased before 10:00 am. It's been a long time since I've been awake before noon on a Saturday. It's also been awhile since I've hung out with someone(s) that didn't really understand me. Kind of like a bad first date (though good first dates are a rarity).



Timing is everything.

The song I swore I'd never sing.

Life shmife. Thank god the roads were nice and dry this morning. People freak when they see water. I was in a [jazz-less] trance the entire drive to work. I am somehow not too sleepy right now, though. Apparently, 4 is the new 8.

This week has been quite taxing. Things have been so up and down. I'm just ready for everything to smooth out.

I'm pretty excited about the next couple days. I don't plan on doing a damn thing. I haven't had a relaxing weekend in ages. Thank god I opted out of the camping trip. I am in dire need of a break. A sleep til noon, bake cookies, and live in my pj's kind of break. And maybe I'll buy some shoes.

Was I dreaming last night? It all seems so surreal. The rain, the company, the impulses. I am entangled in emotions right now, but none of it matters. As long as I don't lose a good friend. That's all I care about.

♥

balla holla

My cat has recently developed an obsession with digging burrows in my comforter. Right now, for instance, she is attacking my bed.

Remember that interview I went on a few entries back? The one for the architectural product distributor folks? Turns out, I got the job. They called today and offered it to me. Ha! Suckers. You can't just wait two weeks and assume I am still available. Still, though... I feel pretty bad ass. My current job was definitely worth the wait, though, and I wouldn't trade it for anything right now.

So what IS this alleged job I speak of?! I am a receptionist for the tiniest little doctor's office ever! The doc is a family practitioner and I think he's kind of over it after practicing for 30+ years. He spends about 5 hours in the office TOPS. I answer a few phone calls, schedule a few appointments, check a few people in, and spend the other 7 hours surfing the web and chatting with my 3 bad ass coworkers. We don't even have to deal with insurance companies. And it's definitely not your typical, depressing doctors office where 10 people are dying in the waiting room. Today was the busiest day we'll ever have... and there were a total of 7 patients. Oh, and the BEST part is- aside from having the most relaxed job ever- I get to leave by 4:30 every day (4 on Friday) and still get paid as if I stayed until 5. That's an extra 12 hours a month. My job owns.

Unfortunately, a few friendship things are getting old. It's time for a change or two.