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Jul. 26th, 2006 11:36 amI'm lying here on my mattresses and I have come to the conclusion that I'm ready for a real bed again. I have enjoyed the whole 'sleeping on the floor' thing long enough. In Japan, I had a futon. Now forget whatever Americanized idea you have about a futon out of your mind. It is NOT a wooden frame with a big thick mat on it. In Japan it is half as thick as a regular futon, made out of softer, wimpier material and easily rolled up and stored for the day. Actually sleeping on the floor on mattresses and Japanese style futons is fine with me until my back gets thrown out. And even then it's fine once I'm actually lying down. It's the process of getting to the floor and up from the floor that is killing me. I hurt my back sometime yesterday or the day before. I stayed home from work today to try and heal up so I can go surfing this weekend. I've gone from super athlete to crippled 95-year old in hours. I'm feel old today. REALLY OLD.
Isn't it odd that the last time I got sick I was housesitting (although I came home this morning) and I was preparing for a four-day trip? It's like some curse over there. The cats hex me or something.
Of course my boss was weird and suspicious when I talked to her. Yes, I'm faking it. I'll be right in. Just give me three hours to shower, dress, and crawl there. We just do not connect her and I. It's fine actually. I feel like she's trying really hard. I think she's trying really hard with everyone. I understand that it's a HUGE DEAL when someone is out sick. I know how it feels to be the person who has to do all their extra work. But it's life. Stuff happens. Strangely enough, I still like my job. Despite how weird my boss is. I think it's actually getting better between her and I. We've found some topics to connect on (bargain hunting, protein shakes, vegetarian cooking) and some topics to avoid (fashion, THE LORD, health, changing the ring tone on ones phone) . I'm sure she still thinks I'm a pagan, no-bra wearing, hippie, but whatever.
I have had two bosses in my life that I adored. My favorite of course was Jacinta. She was my supervisor in college when I worked in the COM building. She hired me on the spot. That woman was an ANGEL. She is one of those people who can say something completely critical without making you feel bad. I don't know how she does it.
I took some Skelaxin muscle relaxants this morning and I think they are really helping. They're helping my mood anyway. I had a monster headache until I realized it was 11:30 and I haven't had any coffee. I crawled into the pantry and made myself a mug only to find a bowl of fruit rotting away. ick.
I need to take a new userpic. You can see just a hint of a lazy eye in that photo. Don't like it. I DO NOT have a lazy eye btw. Just sometimes, when I'm tired it gets a little sleepy. That's all. Dad had it too.
Isn't it odd that the last time I got sick I was housesitting (although I came home this morning) and I was preparing for a four-day trip? It's like some curse over there. The cats hex me or something.
Of course my boss was weird and suspicious when I talked to her. Yes, I'm faking it. I'll be right in. Just give me three hours to shower, dress, and crawl there. We just do not connect her and I. It's fine actually. I feel like she's trying really hard. I think she's trying really hard with everyone. I understand that it's a HUGE DEAL when someone is out sick. I know how it feels to be the person who has to do all their extra work. But it's life. Stuff happens. Strangely enough, I still like my job. Despite how weird my boss is. I think it's actually getting better between her and I. We've found some topics to connect on (bargain hunting, protein shakes, vegetarian cooking) and some topics to avoid (fashion, THE LORD, health, changing the ring tone on ones phone) . I'm sure she still thinks I'm a pagan, no-bra wearing, hippie, but whatever.
I have had two bosses in my life that I adored. My favorite of course was Jacinta. She was my supervisor in college when I worked in the COM building. She hired me on the spot. That woman was an ANGEL. She is one of those people who can say something completely critical without making you feel bad. I don't know how she does it.
I took some Skelaxin muscle relaxants this morning and I think they are really helping. They're helping my mood anyway. I had a monster headache until I realized it was 11:30 and I haven't had any coffee. I crawled into the pantry and made myself a mug only to find a bowl of fruit rotting away. ick.
I need to take a new userpic. You can see just a hint of a lazy eye in that photo. Don't like it. I DO NOT have a lazy eye btw. Just sometimes, when I'm tired it gets a little sleepy. That's all. Dad had it too.
