All Stressed Out ... Nowhere To Go
Sep. 6th, 2002 10:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hiddenmuseWarning: big rant ahead. I need to let go of a few bad days here.
Let's see ... the past couple of days, I have been dealing with whiny-ass motherf*ckers. And these people are older - not people that I'd consider whiny by a long shot. With one person, she called twice yesterday afternoon and about 5 times today. I ended up going into the system and documenting the times she called - if nothing else, to show the person over her account that she needs him to shut her the hell up. After a while, all I can do is say, "s/he's your problem child - you deal with him/her." Okay, maybe not those exact words, but you get the idea.
I know, there are gonna be some pain-in-the-ass spots for a while. I'm still getting acclimated to the job and what it requires - at a time when the insurance market is less than peachy, no less. Zantac with a Tums and soy milk chaser is becoming a part of my life - although mom has turned me onto Pepcid Complete - if I can withstand the 10 - 15 minute wait for it to kick in, it lasts a damn long time. :)
I was going to try & go to the doctor on Monday ... but I have to call this weekend, leave a message on their service and explain that I need to reschedule - again. One of my co-workers is out of town until Wednesday, so I'll probably be working my ass off in the meantime ... and I can't exactly cut out of work at 4:15, leaving one person to handle the entire department until 5:00. (Although, they'll have to cope when it comes up in October.) I guess I'll be buying stock in the company that makes Pepcid ... and ask nicely for my dividends to be paid in drugs.
Otherwise ... work is okay. The Personal Lines department has discovered that their CD-ROM drives are great for playing CDs at work - and John Mayer has been on constant rotation for one co-worker. I loaned my Norah Jones, Miles Davis, Michael Feinstein and Pure Moods CDs to my supervisor, so she'd have something to listen to while working late. She's also listening to John Mayer's CD.
My friend Josh e-mailed me today - and I was a very happy girl. :) He'd sent me a paragraph of something he was working on - his take on a recent theme in one of my stories. Very fun, sexy stuff there. Almost made me want to work on the continuation of a story I'm working on...
I think KC is laying low for a few days, getting ready to start a new session of school. Yet, I miss the back-and-forth about writing. Yeah, he's a guy ... and most of my fellow smut mavens are gals ... but it's great to talk smut with someone that writes like they've been having the hot sex they're writing about. {As much as I love my fellow mavens, I finally came out & told them that if they're gonna write anal sex scenes in a story - they need to have the characters use lots of lube. My ass was starting to hurt from sympathy pains over a few of the stories ... hehe. Before anyone bitches about how "writing that kind of thing into a story is a buzzkill", let me tell you ... I've read some stories where lube was integrated verrrry nicely, and didn't destroy the moment at all.}
If nothing else, tomorrow night is a John Waters double-feature at the Pageant Club - they're showing Hairspray and Pink Flamingos. Even if my friend flakes out - which honestly wouldn't shock me. Her mum might find a way to sway her from going ... twist her arm hard enough or something. So what - I'll go alone, and if nothing else, I'll go to see Hairspray with a bunch of other John Waters Junkies. It'll be fun. :-D
Let's see ... the past couple of days, I have been dealing with whiny-ass motherf*ckers. And these people are older - not people that I'd consider whiny by a long shot. With one person, she called twice yesterday afternoon and about 5 times today. I ended up going into the system and documenting the times she called - if nothing else, to show the person over her account that she needs him to shut her the hell up. After a while, all I can do is say, "s/he's your problem child - you deal with him/her." Okay, maybe not those exact words, but you get the idea.
I know, there are gonna be some pain-in-the-ass spots for a while. I'm still getting acclimated to the job and what it requires - at a time when the insurance market is less than peachy, no less. Zantac with a Tums and soy milk chaser is becoming a part of my life - although mom has turned me onto Pepcid Complete - if I can withstand the 10 - 15 minute wait for it to kick in, it lasts a damn long time. :)
I was going to try & go to the doctor on Monday ... but I have to call this weekend, leave a message on their service and explain that I need to reschedule - again. One of my co-workers is out of town until Wednesday, so I'll probably be working my ass off in the meantime ... and I can't exactly cut out of work at 4:15, leaving one person to handle the entire department until 5:00. (Although, they'll have to cope when it comes up in October.) I guess I'll be buying stock in the company that makes Pepcid ... and ask nicely for my dividends to be paid in drugs.
Otherwise ... work is okay. The Personal Lines department has discovered that their CD-ROM drives are great for playing CDs at work - and John Mayer has been on constant rotation for one co-worker. I loaned my Norah Jones, Miles Davis, Michael Feinstein and Pure Moods CDs to my supervisor, so she'd have something to listen to while working late. She's also listening to John Mayer's CD.
My friend Josh e-mailed me today - and I was a very happy girl. :) He'd sent me a paragraph of something he was working on - his take on a recent theme in one of my stories. Very fun, sexy stuff there. Almost made me want to work on the continuation of a story I'm working on...
I think KC is laying low for a few days, getting ready to start a new session of school. Yet, I miss the back-and-forth about writing. Yeah, he's a guy ... and most of my fellow smut mavens are gals ... but it's great to talk smut with someone that writes like they've been having the hot sex they're writing about. {As much as I love my fellow mavens, I finally came out & told them that if they're gonna write anal sex scenes in a story - they need to have the characters use lots of lube. My ass was starting to hurt from sympathy pains over a few of the stories ... hehe. Before anyone bitches about how "writing that kind of thing into a story is a buzzkill", let me tell you ... I've read some stories where lube was integrated verrrry nicely, and didn't destroy the moment at all.}
If nothing else, tomorrow night is a John Waters double-feature at the Pageant Club - they're showing Hairspray and Pink Flamingos. Even if my friend flakes out - which honestly wouldn't shock me. Her mum might find a way to sway her from going ... twist her arm hard enough or something. So what - I'll go alone, and if nothing else, I'll go to see Hairspray with a bunch of other John Waters Junkies. It'll be fun. :-D
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Date: 2002-09-06 09:52 pm (UTC)Just a suggestion...
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Date: 2002-09-07 08:59 am (UTC)For now, the Pepcid Complete works - I'll see what the doc ends up doing. I could be back on Prevacid ... or 150 mg. Zantac.
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Date: 2002-09-07 03:04 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2002-09-07 09:03 am (UTC)There's nothing more fun than someone putting a condom on with their mouth - a trick I'd learned in my AIDS educator days in college! Doesn't kill the sexiness aspect - actually, I think it would be rather intriguing.
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Date: 2002-09-07 04:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-09-07 09:28 pm (UTC)<< this message brought to you by the "loving girlfriends who worry about you" association >>
I understand that it's not easy to just cut out of work. And that you are hesitant to add more perscriptions to your daily routine. But listen, this is not right and you need to get medical attention for this ASAP. If I were there I would drive you to the hospital myself if that's what it took.
I love you. And I want you to be well.
Hope the films were great. I wish I was there to see them with you.
Did you get my email?
*smooch