Wasting a perfectly good day

I got the best phone call I could have possibly recieved this morning. I’m never so happy to hear that someone is sick as when Student is sick. It’s a little sad. I don’t care one way or the other how she feels particularly, I just don’t want to go to work. I had a serious migraine and I almost called in sick myself. But I’ve worked with people who are conveniently sick on Mondays and I hate those people.

I was already parked at work when I got the call so I offered to go in and let her teachers know of the situation. And guess what CLL told me? She tried to convince me that I had to stay for two hours. I told her that that’s actually not the case and I’m only obligated to work with my student. There was a whole situation with another aide last week where he left becuase his student didn’t show up and CLL freaked out on him. And I wasn’t about to be swindled into that whole thing. So I said I was leaving and I would call my supervisor to clarify the situation, but as far as I was concerned I was allowed to leave. And the allowing-ness of it all was pretty irritating, but that’s all I could come up with on the spot. It’s MY time. Seriously I’m leaving, lady. Deal with it.

All the leaving was for not. My migraine sucked the life out of me for the day. I just laid on the couch and silently moaned while drifting in and out of consciousness. I had such grand plans when I got home, I was going to finish the Costa Rica scrapbook, clean, and make pretty. But the migraine got progressively worse and I couldn’t even get up without overwhelming nauseousness. The day quickly slipped by without any accomplishment. Sigh.

I’m holding out hope that I’ll get another awesome phone call tomorrow morning and that I won’t have to share the day with a migraine. I can’t wait.

[tags]migraine, work, my job sucks[/tags]

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March 19, 2007|A day in the life|2 Comments

I love meerkats

TBU came home for lunch and we watched a meerkat documentary. The conclusion of which was that they are not as altruistic as we like to anthropomorphize but gosh darnit they are cute. Except when they dig up bull frogs and eat their heads. That did not work with my quesadilla.

What premiers tomorrow?! The new season of Intervention. The promos have this guy (who looks a little too much like Ben, a friend from college) who claims he’s addicted to opiates.

The Millionizer: Everybody’s addicted to opiates. Shoot, I’m addicted to opiates.
TBU: Yeah, that guy just has access.
The Millionizer: Sereallyously
TBU: Somebody cut off his access!

I’ve told you about The Secret and the principles behind it and blah blah blah. Well. In the movie, they say if you want more money in your life, intend it. They suggest imagining checks just arriving in the mail. And I have been. I don’t know how it’ll happen, the how is the domain of the universe (apparently). And guess what came yesterday?! A check for $799, addressed to TBU. I think the wires got crossed somewhere along the way.

HOUSEKEEPING

So. The lovely Token is trying to help me make this place a little less retarded. Hopefully, the next time you’re here there won’t be that annoying and completely unwelcome blue border around the header.

And I was thinking of numbering my thoughts and nubbins in posts. That would allow me to write without having to come up with some sort of coherent transition or acknowledgement of the lack thereof. We’ll see. It’ll also allow readers to know what the fuck is going on.

Big, deep, cleansing breath. Slowly let it out and aaaahhhhhh.

Until next time, The Millionizer

[tags]Intervention, The Secret, Law of Attraction, meerkats, opiates [/tags]

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March 15, 2007|A day in the life, The Secret|1 Comment

Ladies of easy virtue

Long story short, a couple of people I work with saw a bunch of pictures of me on MySpace. And I’m sharing this with you because this is inevitably the situation that ensues after people see a picture of me.

Them: Oh wow, you take pictures very well.
Me: Uh
Them: You’re soooooooo photogenic
Me: Er-hem ::inner monologue:: fuck you very much

Everytime this happens essentially what they are saying is that I’m fugly. They are just sooo surprised that I am capable of resembling a normal human being it’s insulting. TBU’s boss did the same thing recently. He saw a picture of me with no makeup, just sitting in the backseat of a car and said, Wow you look like a model there. Then he called his girlfriend over to take a look. I know I don’t look like a model in that picture, but I must’ve looked a shitload better if he thought I did.

We’re over here now

Last week I put 2 and 2 together and realized student’s dad is a total stoner. Of course he wouldn’t come pick her up from school! He was too busy doing bong hits. Of course he’s all socially awkward and can’t make conversation! He’s stoned. Of course he’s always late! Of course Student never comes to school in weather appropriate clothes! He’s too fucking stoned to care. I finally get it. It’s not his fault, he’s just a stoner.

[tags]stoners, myspace[/tags]

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March 12, 2007|A day in the life, Hmmmm|3 Comments
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