Movement

I got to work at 6:55 this morning. I really enjoyed being up so early today. It's absolutely gorgeous outside and I'm so excited because I get to leave early today! I haven't decided yet how early: 12:00, 1:00 or 2:00. John and I are officially going to be living in the new place today! John has the day off and he'll be moving most of the stuff from our bedroom over today during the day. Later, like after 2:00, he'll be hanging out at the new place waiting for our new fridge and stove to be delivered! My heart is really not in work today, but there are things that must be done and I also didn't want to use all of my sick/vaca time for moving. I've already taken 2 days and I'll be taking another day off in April to go see Spamalot in Boston with John!! He's much more excited than I because he's been a Monty Python fan for years. I never really watched any MP movies or Flying Circus until after I met John. I'm sure I'll still enjoy the show!

I have a few health concerns that have really been stressing me out lately. I'm doing what I can to reverse/eliminate the problems but I'm still pretty nervous and/or worried about them. I wonder if I'm able to do (or not do) what it takes for an extended amount of time. For those of you who are believers, if you find a moment, pray a bit for me :) I have faith that God will take care of me and see me through whatever ails me, but there's no such thing as too much prayer!

GAAHHHHH!!!!

You know, I didn't think it would happen here because at first I reallly liked everyone but there is this chick at work that I CANNOT stand! I have tried to abide her incessant questions and checking up on me. Every little thing I do, she is asking me, "Why are you doing that?", "Who told you to do that?", "Who said you could do that?" SHUT UP!!!! She's 21 and she's not in any kind of supervisory position, so there's no need for her to be asking all these questions - she doesn't need to know the answers. There are too many incidents to recount here and I've had enough.

I don't want to snap at her because I really don't want to cause any kind of rift in the office but it's so hard because she's so nosy and bossy. I had to UPS some drawings to a company with a request for quote and she was asking me why they were UPS instead of fax. The real reason is because there is very fine print on the drawings and if I fax them, critical information could be lost. She doesn't need to know that so I didn't tell her. She then tells me that it's free to fax but it costs money to UPS something. I couldn't hold back any longer so I just said, "OOHHHH, really? I didn't know that!", which I know is really juvenile but I was annoyed. She had already been working on my nerves today because I had traded my chair for a comfier chair in our building next door and I got 20 questions about it. Is that new, where was it, who said you could have it, why do you need it?

Another thing she likes to do is hoard office supplies and coffee. She's a buyer, so if you need a pen or something, you have to ask her to buy one for you and she will always ask you why and if you're sure there's not one somewhere else. Even if you're asking for folders, paper, white out...questions, every time. The new coffee order came in a few weeks ago and since there were no more Hazelnut in the downstairs kitchen, I went to get a box upstairs and she told me no, only she knows which boxes go where and no one can touch them until she distributes them. Absolute bollocks.

Anyway, it's almost time to go home.

Get down with the sickness

I think it just might have been the worst weekend I have ever had. Friday night, after being sort of blown off by a friend of mine, I grabbed some takeout from Applebee's and went home to watch SG-1 & Atlantis with John. I felt fine, went to bed at midnight, woke up at 3:30 and it was vomitus non-stoppicus every 10 minutes until about 1:00 that afternoon. 9.5 hours spent on the bathroom floor and it was NOT a fun experience. I couldn't sleep for more than 5 minutes at a time, couldn't even keep down water. The rest of the night I had a fever, chills, aches. Sunday, it hurt to even breathe because all my muscles were so sore from all the puking. So here I am at work today, still very very sore but at least my stomach is my friend again.

I heard there was a secret chord...

I'm going to be a flutist! A good friend of mine has a spare flute and she's going to start giving me lessons. I'm really excited about this because I've been dying to play an instrument for some time now. Even better, she will be living right downstairs from me! If I end up really enjoying it, I will probably buy my own flute - but only if I can play well. Otherwise, I'll pick a different instrument. :)

I'm getting more and more excited about the move the closer it gets to April 1. John and I haven't packed anything yet and we've only got 3 1/2 weeks left! Every day, I say I'll pack after work and every weekend I intend to start packing, but I never seem to get going. Maybe tonight I will start...or not. After all, it is American Idol time again...and nothing can come between me and my AI.

Spring is less than 2 weeks from now!! Daylight Savings in less than 4!!!! I miss the daylight. I miss actually being able to go outside after work. I spend all day stuck in this office and it's nice to get some fresh air at the end of the day. Love the job, love the company, but sometimes work is a prison cell.