Ok. By now everyone has probably heard about or read about the Blockbuster employee that stabbed himself in the leg to get out of working the late shift.
We've all had days where we've just not felt like going into work. We're stressed. We're tired. We just want a break; however, I have never even thought about stabbing myself to get out of work! That is just a tad extreme. If I want a day off from work I want to hang out on the couch in my jammies, go to the movies, read, knit, play on Facebook ... not hang out in the hospital after stabbing myself.
How bad can it be working at Blockbuster? Really, is this a such a high stress job? Humm, "is this a new release or a regular movie?" "does c come before d?" "do you want the overpriced popcorn or overpriced coke?"
I just don't see this as the worse job in the world. Boring, okay, I'll give you that. But, it is a job. Something tells me that this "former" employee will have a hard time getting another job ... after he heals and faces charges for filing a false police report. No new releases for you!
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Tuesdays with Jennifer (not Morrie)
Tuesdays and Thursdays are my favorite days at the office as those are the days Jennifer comes into the office. She always brigthens my day.
This past Tuesday, I had a major case of ADD. I was trying to work on my 2010 Budget and kept getting distracted. I had the attention span of a ... well, of a teenager. So, during one of my "breaks" Jenn and I were chatting. I was telling her about my Monday evening (post vicodin). That I spent 3 1/2 hours glazing and sponging Addison's bathroom, did a load of laundry and then the dishes. I finally got to sit down on the couch after all of this and of course I decided to check out what was going on in the land of FB. Well, about that time, the hubby gets home from BSF. His comment, "well, you're complaining about your vision being blurry - maybe if you weren't always on the computer ..." WHAT? He couldn't have walked in when I was wrist deep in glaze? separating the laundry? emptying the dishwasher? Oh no!
Well, Jenn said that Tom (by the way, we have decided that Tom and Mitchell are long lost brothers - they are scary alike) has been making comments about her being on the computer so much lately too. So, when she hears him coming in - she hits the "sleep" button on the computer and steps away.
By this time, I am in tears laughing so hard. So, I had to confess my little secret. Yes, I do like to sit on the couch when I get home around 4pm, watch Gilmore Girl re-runs and check out Facebook, Twitter, Ebay ... you know the basics. But, about the time that I think Mitchell is about to come home -- I start a load of laundry, start making dinner, set the table, etc ... then it appears that I have been working so hard around the house the whole afternoon. Hey, a wife has to do what a wife has to do. He gets to live out his June Cleaver fantasy; dinner is almost always on the table when he walks in the door; and I get a little break. It's a win / win. Now, this is not always the case - there are afternoons filled with doctor's appts, errands, homework help, etc.
Don't judge us ... you know you have done the same thing (or at least something along these lines). And, we wives do work hard - and deserve the occasional facebook break.
This past Tuesday, I had a major case of ADD. I was trying to work on my 2010 Budget and kept getting distracted. I had the attention span of a ... well, of a teenager. So, during one of my "breaks" Jenn and I were chatting. I was telling her about my Monday evening (post vicodin). That I spent 3 1/2 hours glazing and sponging Addison's bathroom, did a load of laundry and then the dishes. I finally got to sit down on the couch after all of this and of course I decided to check out what was going on in the land of FB. Well, about that time, the hubby gets home from BSF. His comment, "well, you're complaining about your vision being blurry - maybe if you weren't always on the computer ..." WHAT? He couldn't have walked in when I was wrist deep in glaze? separating the laundry? emptying the dishwasher? Oh no!
Well, Jenn said that Tom (by the way, we have decided that Tom and Mitchell are long lost brothers - they are scary alike) has been making comments about her being on the computer so much lately too. So, when she hears him coming in - she hits the "sleep" button on the computer and steps away.
By this time, I am in tears laughing so hard. So, I had to confess my little secret. Yes, I do like to sit on the couch when I get home around 4pm, watch Gilmore Girl re-runs and check out Facebook, Twitter, Ebay ... you know the basics. But, about the time that I think Mitchell is about to come home -- I start a load of laundry, start making dinner, set the table, etc ... then it appears that I have been working so hard around the house the whole afternoon. Hey, a wife has to do what a wife has to do. He gets to live out his June Cleaver fantasy; dinner is almost always on the table when he walks in the door; and I get a little break. It's a win / win. Now, this is not always the case - there are afternoons filled with doctor's appts, errands, homework help, etc.
Don't judge us ... you know you have done the same thing (or at least something along these lines). And, we wives do work hard - and deserve the occasional facebook break.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
The Hips Cometh ...
Okay. So I have been having major back pain (diagnosed as "degenerative disc disease" - sounds fun huh?). My doctor recommended that I go see a physical therapist so that he could show me some exercises to do at home to help my back, and of course to take Advil for the pain (BTW, my doctor said that 12 Advil per day --- is a bit much, in case you were wondering).
So I go over to the PT's office. Chit chat with the therapist and of course he tells me that I need to come in and see him at least twice a week - I need more than "at home exercises." Isn't this shocking? All we did the first visit was chat about my pain, he watched me walk, he made sure my legs were even in length (they were thank you very much), yadda, yadda, yadda. Then the PT told me that if my back started hurting while doing an activity, stop. Wait 15 minutes, if the pain subsides, continue the activity. If the pain is still there - just stop. Humm - yes, I imagine you can guess this bit of handy advice came from a man, whose activity more than likely consists of changing positions on the couch and reaching for the remote. No, I am not jaded.
I've been back in twice and both times were somewhat useless. Stretch out on the table (yep, legs still even in length - whew, I didn't shrink!), 10 mins on the bike, stretches and then the best part ... a huge ice pack on my back while I'm hooked up to this machine with electrodes. The best feeling ever! If I could just take that machine with me .... ooh ahh.
With all this being said. Friday, felt ok. Nice lunch with my hubby, talked him into taking the rest of thd day off and doing errands with me. I think he realized just how hard I work at shopping and errands. It's about time I get credit for all of my hard work.
Saturday, woke up in extreme pain! I still managed to prep and paint most of Addison's bathroom, work on her new "play/apartment" area and cook dinner (this with the help of 3 vicodin of course). Sunday, more pain - yet I worked at church, ran errands and finished painting the bathroom (again with the help of a couple of vicodin). Monday rolls around - yes, still in pain the entire day. Go to PT. Of course, this time I'm put on the bike directly in front of the mirror (thank you Mr. Man Therapist). So, I sit there and pedal and look at myself in the mirror for ten minutes. Doesn't this sound like every woman's dream come true?
As I'm sitting there pedaling, I noticed these large masses on each side of my body -- I realize, humm, these are my hips. When did they expand to that size? Again, I think that I must have fun house / skinny mirrors at my house. I swear that when I got dressed that morning, I looked pretty good. What the hell happened during the day? It was like Paula Deen herself came and slathered about 14 pounds of butter on each hip. Damn you Paula!!! So, finally my mirror torture time comes to an end and I get my reward of ice and electrodes.
By the time I left there and picked up Addison, I felt like I was about to vomit ... not sure if it was from the pain or the image I still had in my mind from the mirror. I had promised Addison a "mommy / daughter" dinner out. I had to go through with it, so off we go to Chili's. You would think, that since I am having some body image issues that I would order water and a salad with no dressing. Well, that so didn't happen. They have their $20 special back -- appetizer, 2 entrees and a dessert. Well, yes, I did partake in the cheese fries. Yes, I did order a burger and yet more fries (to my credit, I only ate half the burger). Yes, I did have my share of the molten chocolate cake with ice cream. I had popped a vicodin when I got to the restaurants, so by the time we reached the house -- no pain at all. 3 1/2 hours later, bathroom was glazed and sponged and a load of laundry was done ... without another thought of the hips.
Thank God I go back to the doctor tomorrow as I can not live on vicodin alone! Well, I could, but that probably wouldn't be the best of plans.
So I go over to the PT's office. Chit chat with the therapist and of course he tells me that I need to come in and see him at least twice a week - I need more than "at home exercises." Isn't this shocking? All we did the first visit was chat about my pain, he watched me walk, he made sure my legs were even in length (they were thank you very much), yadda, yadda, yadda. Then the PT told me that if my back started hurting while doing an activity, stop. Wait 15 minutes, if the pain subsides, continue the activity. If the pain is still there - just stop. Humm - yes, I imagine you can guess this bit of handy advice came from a man, whose activity more than likely consists of changing positions on the couch and reaching for the remote. No, I am not jaded.
I've been back in twice and both times were somewhat useless. Stretch out on the table (yep, legs still even in length - whew, I didn't shrink!), 10 mins on the bike, stretches and then the best part ... a huge ice pack on my back while I'm hooked up to this machine with electrodes. The best feeling ever! If I could just take that machine with me .... ooh ahh.
With all this being said. Friday, felt ok. Nice lunch with my hubby, talked him into taking the rest of thd day off and doing errands with me. I think he realized just how hard I work at shopping and errands. It's about time I get credit for all of my hard work.
Saturday, woke up in extreme pain! I still managed to prep and paint most of Addison's bathroom, work on her new "play/apartment" area and cook dinner (this with the help of 3 vicodin of course). Sunday, more pain - yet I worked at church, ran errands and finished painting the bathroom (again with the help of a couple of vicodin). Monday rolls around - yes, still in pain the entire day. Go to PT. Of course, this time I'm put on the bike directly in front of the mirror (thank you Mr. Man Therapist). So, I sit there and pedal and look at myself in the mirror for ten minutes. Doesn't this sound like every woman's dream come true?
As I'm sitting there pedaling, I noticed these large masses on each side of my body -- I realize, humm, these are my hips. When did they expand to that size? Again, I think that I must have fun house / skinny mirrors at my house. I swear that when I got dressed that morning, I looked pretty good. What the hell happened during the day? It was like Paula Deen herself came and slathered about 14 pounds of butter on each hip. Damn you Paula!!! So, finally my mirror torture time comes to an end and I get my reward of ice and electrodes.
By the time I left there and picked up Addison, I felt like I was about to vomit ... not sure if it was from the pain or the image I still had in my mind from the mirror. I had promised Addison a "mommy / daughter" dinner out. I had to go through with it, so off we go to Chili's. You would think, that since I am having some body image issues that I would order water and a salad with no dressing. Well, that so didn't happen. They have their $20 special back -- appetizer, 2 entrees and a dessert. Well, yes, I did partake in the cheese fries. Yes, I did order a burger and yet more fries (to my credit, I only ate half the burger). Yes, I did have my share of the molten chocolate cake with ice cream. I had popped a vicodin when I got to the restaurants, so by the time we reached the house -- no pain at all. 3 1/2 hours later, bathroom was glazed and sponged and a load of laundry was done ... without another thought of the hips.
Thank God I go back to the doctor tomorrow as I can not live on vicodin alone! Well, I could, but that probably wouldn't be the best of plans.
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