My 22nd Birthday is Monday. Funny thing is, I have bad knees.
Okay, that’s really not funny. The guys in Lumber complain about being old and I always remind them that age isn’t what it’s all about! I’m 22 and it hurts to walk down the stairs in the morning.
Bad knees run in my family. Papa hasn’t been able to walk well for years. He’s had multiple knee surgeries. Daddy actually just had his first last month. Why do they all pass along the bad genes to me?
You’ve gotta remember, too, that I work on concrete floors. I’ve done so for approximately 2 1/2 years out of the past 3. For that I get excruciating pains in my feet, and in the middle of my back. Long shifts, like this morning, usually find me leaning over the counter to stretch my back out. There’s not really much I can do while I’m there to alleviate my feet and knees though. I just have to suck it up.
You better believe though, that when I get home, I have to bust out the Freeze It Gel. It’s become a little joke with a few of us ever since doing the Halo video, but in all seriousness, I love the stuff.
I’ll never rid myself of the pain, I know that much, but Freeze It at least makes it possible to walk down the stairs the next morning without crying. Yes, I have cried from the pain of walking down the stairs. If you’ve never worked on concrete, you probably can’t fathom what I’m talking about, but you really never get used to it. You adapt, but that’s the best you can hope for.
There’s actually a contest right now to win a year supply of Freeze It. I’m 22. Do you have any idea how many years of joint pain I have ahead of me? Your knees don’t age gracefully, ya know?!
All week long I’ve had WAY more terrible customers than I’m used to. Every single day I’ve been harassed in one way or another, multiple times. It’s getting crazy. I’m used to annoying customers, that’s not what I’m referring to, I’m referring to people really going over the top to blame me for a problem, or taking a bit of joking around with me way too far and making me uncomfortable, and even harassing me for dates. Go away!!!
And every forum I stop by online, people are getting seriously pissy. ONE person says something that MAY POSSIBLY be misconstrued and suddenly people act like everyone in the thread is physically attacking a poster. Holy overreactions Batman! Did Jesus take a piss in everyone’s cornflakes this week?
Not only that, but this week a massive amount of people saw their PR drop to a big fat ZERO. Probably 95% of those people had done some sort of paid posting at sometime. See that? It wasn’t ALL, but the majority, so of course everyone jumps to being so absolutely certain that it’s all about paid posting. Everyone’s jumping ship and pulling down badges, and removing posts–hold the damn phone! Unless Google comes out and tells us what’s going on, you have NO idea what’s really happening. For all you know, another Google dance is happening and everyone is dropping to 0 before ranks start moving. Hell, PR may be disappearing completely. Why would you make all these changes in the MIDDLE of all this going on instead of seeing where it all goes. Do you really think it’s going to make a difference now? Look at it this way, worst case, you really are a 0 now. Google doesn’t give a damn about your site anymore until they’re ready to check again for another update. Changing things this very minute isn’t going to help you. Just wait!
I just feel like I’m surrounded by the illogical right now and god knows I’m all about logic. It’s just starting to eat away at my nerves and I’m trying SO hard not to explode on any one individual, but if next week continues the pattern, I’ll be biting off someone’s elbows….
Fair warning, I’m about to whine and be self-pitying for a bit here. Feel free to skip.
I realized last week that this year’s Thanksgiving is going to suck. Over the past few years, Thanksgiving on my mom’s side has been super toned down. It’s pretty phoned in. That’s okay though, ’cause there’s always my dad’s side. That’s where the melt-in-your-mouth fried turkey comes from. With all that’s going on right now, I just don’t think that’ll be happening. Is this selfish? Absolutely, but dammit, I love Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving has always been my holiday because that’s when we have the best food, and my Birthday is on the 26th. Bah. I already know my Birthday will be nothing special. I’ll be in class until 3, and Ryan will be in the shop until at least 5. We’ll probably grab some food and maybe watch a movie. Woo. I’m not expecting any special gifts either….
Then I remembered that my Halloween was not at all special. I always get really excited about Halloween and I forgot it was even Halloween! What’d I do that day? I went to class, and then I went to the damn gyno…WOOOOO
SO of course, being the optimistic soul that I am, I’ve got a hunch that Christmas won’t be so thrilling either. *sigh*
I took the copy I made of my request for Christmas off and put it in Peggy’s box with a note asking why no one can seem to find the request I put in a month ago. I’m not expecting good news.
So I’m being all grumpy over that. It’s dumb, I know–but that’s how I feel right now.
Work has been horrible the past two days, but now I don’t even feel like typing that all out. I need to go do something happy.
I tried to turn on the television and nothing happened. Of course I freaked out. This is a new HDTV…we’ve only had it since this summer. After some investigation, I found that it wasn’t all hooked up correctly.
It’s a huge tv, and it’s up high, and it’s hard to maneuver, and I’m going to shoot someone. Jonathan took the splitters (that weren’t his) so when Robert brings over the XBox, there’s a lot of cable shuffling. There’s the DVD player, the PS2, and the Gamecube, all fighting for one hookup. This weekend, they’re picking up all the damn HDMI switches and everything else they need, and they’re getting all this straight. I’m not playing with this anymore. I’m tired of being the nagging house-mom because they keep doing this crap.
I don’t mind cleaning up after them, I really and truly don’t. Andrew and Ryan are out of the apartment a lot more than I am. All I ask in return is that when I bitch about it, just let me. Damn boys.
All this striking stuff is so much bigger than I imagined. I didn’t even think about it falling over into Dunder Mifflin Infinity. Now I’m trying to decide if I want to stick with it, or quit it.
Grandpa is….here…I don’t even know anymore. He’s not gonna get better, but they’ve stopped thinking imminent death…it’s frustrating.
I tried an Arby’s Market Fresh Toasted Sub tonight. I definitely wasn’t impressed…
I got so frustrated this after noon, I let out a bit of a scream. I just did a bunch of laundry, and I know all Ryan’s port authority clothing pulls got washed, but they’re nowhere to be found. All my hoodies had just been put in the dryer, so I was gonna borrow one of his.
I’m just so on edge right now…everyone should feel sorry for Ryan. I know he’s in town, but I haven’t heard from him, and he’s not answering his phone. I know where he is, but HE didn’t tell me. You can guess how happy that makes me.
I really hate when I come to a green light and for some reason, my foot is firmly on the brake. Can someone please tell me why you aren’t moving out of my way?
I really hate that every time I’ve left this house, I’ve forgotten to get chocolate. I don’t want to leave again, but I fear someone may lose a limb if I don’t get chocolate soon. Why doesn’t Marble Slab deliver?
I really hate how Mother Nature feels the need to toy with you a little every now and then.
I really hate when a test isn’t set up the way you were told it would be.
I really hate when I have no idea what’s going on, or what to do.
I just stepped on not one, but TWO multi tools in my trek to the bathroom.
I so desperately want to have a clean apartment, but it just isn’t happening. The way things work around here, I clean and no less than 6 hours later (unless I’m home alone) things are scattered again.
It just doesn’t do much for motivating me to clean again.
Luckily it’s not gross or anything like that, it’s just ridiculously cluttered. After narrowly escaping a gash to my foot, I’m seriously going to reward myself with some sort of tool storage to at least get Ryan’s random ’stuff’ out of the way. We don’t have much extra floor space either, so I’m in the market for something I can mount on the wall.
I’ve recently learned that I’m pretty much obsessed with storage space–no joke. Ryan has a twin bed at home with built-in drawers. It’s coming down here when his mom moves [along with her washer and dryer–squeee!] and it’s gonna replace the busted futon. I think I’m gonna put the games under there and maybe some of the sheets or something…I’m not sure. Either way, I’ll be freeing up hall closet space for some of the other stuff that’s floating around in the room.
In fact, I actually think I’ll run upstairs and work on some of that. I started last night and just got exhausted.
So I did a little shopping after work today. Nothing like trying on clothes to boost your self esteem….right. [Oh and wouldn’t you know it, I gave myself permission to splurge and only ended up buying two little $3 items….]
I’m determined to lose some weight. I’ve never been one to gain, or lose–I’ve always maintained a weight that I wasn’t totally happy with, but I was satisfied.
Last year, though, my pills changed, and I gained a good 20lbs overall, and I’m not at all happy. For the first time, I gained weight in my face too. I think that’s my big issue, really. I don’t mind a little extra weight that much. I’m still pretty much healthy, but when I can see it in my face, it’s gotta go. Now.
And while it’s been nice having boobs, it’s time to say goodbye.
I’m going to the doctor later this week. I’m all for trying something like hydroxycut, or anything else, really, to speed along the process, but I can’t take most pills like that. They have a tendency to make you a little jittery and my asthma inhaler already does that, so any time I’ve ever tried anything, I’ve been in an unbearable state of madness. So I’m gonna talk to my doctor about switching to a pill a little less conducive to weight gain.
It’s a small step, but it’s one I think will make a significant difference. I know your metabolism changes as you get older and you’re more likely to gain weight and keep it, but I’m struggling to believe that 21 is that age for me. I’ve thought about it a lot and those pills seem to be the route of my problem.
I’ve already changed my diet. I’m definitely eating less. I’m hoping with a change in pills, and adding in some exercise I’ll feel like me again soon.
Hopefully I’ll be going to Louisiana this Christmas and I’ll be meeting all the rest of Ryan’s family. I don’t want them to see me as that chunky chick their Ryan is dating. I’m ready to be me again.
Damn boys.
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