July 31st, 2001

JOY

Crazy Witch Doctor, Revisited

I started feeling a little under the weather since friday when we were seeing Apes. I figured with my LA vacation on the horizon that I better get this taken care of soon, since the last thing I wanted was to be on Rodeo Drive with a sinus infection again. If I had more time to deal with this, I probably would have called another doctor, but I figured that the last guy might be able to just call in some antibiotics for me and call it quits.

When I told him my new symptoms, he wanted me to come in. I stopped by on my lunch hour to see him, and he said that my ears and sinuses were fine, but once he put ol' rusty in my mouth, he exclaimed, "oh! That's tonsilitis all right."

The bitch of it is that I don't feel that terrible. A little tired, throat a little sore, but I'm pissed off and confused. Why the hell am I sick again? I can't remember the last time I got two consecutive sicks in two weeks. And why does it have to happen right when I'm going away?
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JOY

Wax on, Wax off

I'm sure there's a good reason why they cover apples with a waxy substance at the supermarket, but honestly, I want no part of it.
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Trickle your affluence down on me

I have been insatiably hungry all day. I'm not sure why. The big ups in my office have been having meetings all day and had lunch served, which is a good thing for the underlings, since after they're done feasting at the cornucopia of corporate catering, we get to fight for the scraps.

I was able to supplement my Healthy Choice frozen dinner at lunch with some super-oily new potatoes concoction and am now snacking on pineapple and cantaloupe instead of the chips I was considering buying from the vending machine.

There is one part that really pisses me off. The upstairs half of our office has somehow gained prodigal child status and therefore gets all of the nice perks. Usually the food leftovers don't even get to our kitchen downstairs, but since the meeting was here, it kinda had to be. But after their dessert, I guess they figured they'd divvy up the food. So which floor gets the tray of fruit and which gets the try of cookies? That's right. I even went up to see if there were cookies left, maybe to take a cookie or two back for myself and my immediate co-workers (the ones who don't use fake accents at least) but within minutes of the tray getting up there, there was nothing but crumbs.

That's some bullshit right there.
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