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[Dec. 23rd, 2009|07:34 am] |
Did I mention that my father sent me a card with actual money in it? He did, don't tell anyone, but some crazy people still do that. 'Don't tell anyone' because they'll be staking out his mailbox waiting for him to do it again. Seriously, he lives in an area where there's always people in need of money enough to steal it from a card. Well, who knows... maybe when he does that his wife takes the cards to the post office to drop off. He also sent me a bunch of stamps, and in the card asked a few questions about the train that goes by our place, so I guess he liked me writing him a letter a few months ago, even though he never answered it. :)
Yesterday was a very stressful day at work, I don't know why. Actually, for the last two days. People are snappish, and it seems like it's shit rolling downhill, mostly. Partly because it gets better in the evening after the office people leave. I do hate it when a certain Lead acts as though we're all idiots because we don't rotate ahead of time and somehow psychically know what position we're moving to. And a certain person made me very nervous, completely without reason, just with tone of voice... turned out it was nothing at all.
CeeJay, who was a Lead when we started, seven years ago, and was demoted in between times, has just been promoted straight from Screener to Supervisor, with no stop at Lead in between. I asked if this made him lightheaded, and he said it does make him nervous. He was a really good Lead when he was one, he was always researching regulations and stuff... which I think was why they demoted him, honestly, because he informed people that some of the 'policies' were not in any of the HR handbooks. Well, that and all the horsing around he did, like sticking his foot in the x-ray so people could see what it looked like. It's amusing to me that someone can be really serious about doing a good job and knowing regulations and at the same time such a joker and so willing to flaunt the regs he feels are just silly. He felt it was silly to say you couldn't put your body into the x-ray because at his previous situation, before our organization exited, he was a Supe and they gave him a dosimeter for working around the x-rays. He taped it inside the x-ray for a week just to see what kind or radiation it collected, and it was negligible. I was like "Did that prove the x-rays are safe or did it prove that your dosimeter didn't work?"
But he hasn't had any particular responsibility for a couple of years and has kind of gotten out of the habit, and been more distanced from what Supes do. He's been a good advocate on the Employee/Management board, though, in the interim. I suspect that moving him to being a Supe means he won't be allowed to do that position anymore. What, me? Suspicious? What gives you that idea?
The shoulder is much better. I don't recall if I mentioned it, but I took three Advil and a Tylenol PM the night before last and slept flat on my back with a towel rolled up under my neck and a sock with hot rice in it on my shoulder, and yesterday was a vast improvement. It still hurt if I did the wrong thing, but today I seem to have done no wrong things. *crosses fingers* I might try lifting a little, light weights. Apparently I won't be downstairs until Friday, because mentors get only one downstairs day a week.
Memo re rice filled socks - don't nuke them for too long or you burn the rice and it doesn't smell good anymore. It smells like burned popcorn. I might change the rice in this one. I strongly suspect I've ruined it as a sock because the rice has stretched it out. Not that I need it as a sock, so no big deal. :) It has to be a cotton sock - well, I don't trust anything else in the microwave - but cotton doesn't really have the resilience to come back from long term stretching.
Did I mention I started my period this morning? Probably TMI, sorry, but that explains why I drank that huge cup of cocoa made with mostly baker's chocolate, which might possibly explain why I'm rambling on like a mofo. :) I do seem to be getting back into the journaling thing again, finally, which is a good sign.
Okay, stuff to do. Firstly, making cookies, because I've already put the oatmeal in the bowl. My way of forcing myself to do it - do the first step before I'm properly awake. ;) |
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