also, too, as well

tonight, there was a pbr promotion at the tavern. it consisted of a drawing game and a huge connect four. along with some cutesy gals wearing blue-striped shirts. here is my interpretation.

i figured out how to cartoon from my ipad. * high five*

a while ago, i stopped getting lunch at my workplace cafe. mostly because it's always meaty and i don't eat meat. additionally, they charge $5.50 for the daily special, which i find to be slightly outrageous. even so, it doesn't stop me from perusing the menu each week.



and each week, i'm disappointed in the selection.

recently, i was lamenting the shape of my current hooded sweatshirt with a coworker. i confessed that i had let it get tattered to the point where it was no longer suitable for "business casual" office wear. i explained to him that i had a strange desire to support a certain usa-based clothing company even tho their hoodies are near $40 and they don't last a year. i keep buying them, wearing them out, frustrating myself, and breaking down to buy another one.

because, i do enjoy myself a brand new hoodie.

sorry it's been so long...

so i was looking for a new pad of paper for work and i thought i could probably tack on a new pen to round out the ensemble. after being sorely disappointed in the decline of office supplies (rsvp pens? really?), i noticed the top of a box of pencils. in order to check the brand (the boyfriend likes ticonderoga), i had to pull the box out.

office-types try to bribe their workers into having a good time when the going gets rough. my employer does the bulk of sales at the end of the year, and we're asked to help out on the phones or in the warehouse... so they offer free hot beverages through december 31 to keep us awake and motivated. when the email goes out, the expected response is as has been previously noted:




first up is the coffee from our in-house cafeteria; it's barely passable, hardly drinkable, watered down slew. i won't even bother with it if i happen to forget my own coffee at home.

that's right, you heard me.



it gets even more watered down during december because of the increased volume required to sustain those who won't pay for it the rest of the year.

what's worse is the vending machine coffee, to which my coworkers and i fondly refer as "ass coffee".

last sunday morning, i awoke to an all-too-familiar feeling of a urinary tract infection. anyone who's ever had one of these knows exactly the agonizing and acute pain they cause. the constant feeling of needing to urinate, producing barely anything, and the slow burning sensation that follows such a pitiful attempt at relieving oneself.

i drove to urgent care and waited in the lobby with all the other sniffling, sad looking people. after painfully peeing in a cup, i finally got to see a physician's assistant... she told me i had a bladder infection.



so i got my 'scrip for anything other than penicillin, as i'm allergic, and since i could barely stand to walk, i got some of those pills that make your pee stain the toilet.



after a week of diligently ingesting my nitrofurantoin, i woke up in the middle of the night *burning* up. i couldn't sleep, my body was radiating such heat that i was sweating and shivering and my skin hurt. i was convinced that i had the flu... i barely called in sick to work and fell back to sleep.

a couple hours later, when the sun was up and i could see, i looked down at my legs and realized that i was having an allergic reaction to the antibiotics.



i had hives. all over. and all of my tattoos were swollen.



i spent the rest of the day either asleep or miserable.

i do a lot of commuting to and from work; spending a minimum of one hour per day in my car. it gets worse/longer in the winter because of the careful driving and paranoid rear-wheel drivers. i have a lot of time to think about how others use their vehicles... the other morning, i was behind this little beetle while merging onto packers from aberg. everyone always gets into the middle lane (at least), because the right lane is for airport/matc/interstate people.



so this lady sorta slides over into the middle lane in front of me without signaling.

as mentioned elsewhere, a co-worker and i try to get up and out of our seats a couple times per day. when the weather does not permit going outside, we end up walking down the hallway past the in-house cafe where there's usually a slight smell of whatever they're serving that day.

i don't really sleep that poorly. we have a comfy mattress and plenty of blankets...



we roll around a bit and switch sometimes.