Waiting for today...: July 2016

Saturday, July 16

Tuesday the 5th: So Wilbur Robinson



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Had a scary few days last week...
my mood dropped within about 30 minutes one day at work.  Then the day after, I was almost 2 hours late for work.  I got up somewhat on time.  But laid on the couch for an hour or so.  I’m fine now... thank God.  I guess I just hadn’t gotten enough down time.  Or maybe I’m doing a piss-poor job of staying hydrated this summer.  I don’t know.


And of course!  
I’m still adjusting to my new hours: a 12 and three 8’s.  But I’ve also made 2 trips to Philly a month apart.  This last trip?  I drove on about 3 hours of sleep after working two 8’s (the last turned into a 12... sigh) just to turn around and drive right back home the next day.  One day off and it was back to work.  Back to three 12’s because a colleague had the week off.


No.  Not that one.  
That one is on the underbosses radar.  She realizes that she takes a lot of time off and I’ve been covering for her.   I’m the only one that can because of my second position (totally confusing).  It finally hit the underboss after I worked about 100 in a pay period.  She decided it was best to have a meeting with the boss and the emergency room care coordinators.  But first my colleague would get upset when I wouldn’t cover for her again 3 weeks later!


That’s that bullshit *in my Will Smith Bad Boys 2 voice*


Speaking of the couch.  
I’m obviously still sleeping on it.  Sigh...  I just can’t seem to move back into my room.  I even have a TV/DVD combo and a Firestick now!  If I could keep up with the kitchen and bathroom i.e. “the filthiest rooms in my apartment”, I would spend more time in my bed instead of piles of clothes .  I’m thinking about calling in a housekeeper sooner to do just that.  Problem solved!  I hope.


It’s month 7 on the tretinoin...
and my skin looks great!  My body?  Sigh...  I haven’t hit 200 lbs!  Yaaaayyyy meeee!  Yet.  Sigh...  I am learning to accept my body though.  Grueling.  Still need a new wardrobe.   I’ve just about run out of clothes that fit well or fit at all.   If I could only find the energy to smartly shop for girly-tomboy threads to drape this spoon-shaped body complete with a cauldron-type pot belly, I may come into greater acceptance.   

Title is a nod to Disney's Meet the Robinsons, Cornelius Robinson's motto and his son's determination to make sure it sticks