Happy Halloween

Okay, I was feeling crappy already this morning, then I go and eat 20 pieces of candy corn - you know as well as I do, that this is WAY too much. I have set myself up for a shit afternoon.
Moving along. I had dinner with my mentor last night at the Union League - it's a members only place and the food was very good. It was great to see Len - he is now the CFO/COO of an audit company and it sounds like he is gutting the place. If his changes are successful, which they probably will be because of his background, his new company could really take off; I think he'll be the next CEO even though he says he doesn't care about that - he just wants to get paid! Now you know where I get it from!
The doctors appointment on Friday went mediocre at best - I can probably get Zelnorm (hooray!) and Novartis will have to pay for it (double hooray!) however my doctor wants me to have a procedure done to make sure there isn't a problem with my pelvic floor. I would rather not go through this, but JR is insisting, considering if it is a surgical problem, I can be fixed and done with this nonsense. I have to call my doctor today to see what the deal is with Zelnorm, because I want to get that ball rolling like NOW.
So the little rodents will be knocking on my door this evening looking for candy, and I would much rather act as though I am not home, but JR is insisting. Law and Order will be on, so I'll sit and watch that and wait for the kiddies. He has grad school work to do, so I got handed the role of candy giver. Noooo!

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I. hate. feeling. like. this.

The Eff Word.

I have noticed I have used it frequently over the past few weeks.
So, I finally heard back from my doctor today, rather, the nurse today regarding my tests. She went into the whole spiel of me not completing the test (whole pill/X-ray/leaving me in a hallway fiasco) and I promptly cut her off - I was basically like, "Bitch, I spoke with Dr. K., that's what he wanted, so now what the fuck am I supposed to do? What about my bloodwork?"
The dirty whore said she couldn't tell me and I had to come in. Come in?? Just tell me what the damn results were, and THEN if Dr. K. wants to see me, I will gladly schedule a visit and you will get your $30.00 co-pay, I promise. Nope. I have to go in on Friday, which essentially ruins my day at work, on one of the busiest days of the week. FUCK. Seriously, the nurses at this office are so insensitive - I overheard them mocking an old woman who apparently calls frequently because she has the runs. I also overheard my doctor telling them to shut up, so that is why I stayed.
We're still working on the whole relocation thing; my job is doing so much to make the transition seamless, which is great and JR seems to have some leads on virtual jobs within his organization. I also talked/emailed JR today and essentially said that I am sick of our money situation - we make so much freaking money but it feels like we live paycheck to paycheck! He seemed to see my perspective, and seems to be on board with getting a nice townhouse in Wilmington, NC - the awesome three bedroom/two bath down the street from my Mom is 209k - if we were able to BREAK EVEN on our house up here, we would have a serious down payment. Not to mention a much smaller mortgage payment. And way cheaper taxes. Oh God...I am lusting after moving down there so badly.
So...watched Ocean's 12 last night and all I can say is that is one zexy cast!!

I dare you. I double dare you, motherfucker. Say "what" one more goddamn time.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I effing love that movie.
Anyway, this weekend was spent all on my lonesome, due to JR and Seamus going to the Poconos. It was okay with me though; I laid some flooring in the sunroom (big day on Saturday...had to lay some flooring) and cleaned the house thoroughly. Somehow, I still didn't get all of the laundry done, but fuck it.
My guts are killing me and I am waiting for my doctor to call me back about what the next course of action should be. I switched back to a no-carb diet because I was able to function a little bit better, but it sucks because I think we're having cake today for someone's birthday. If I could just get Zelnorm, this topic would be effing moot.
So I missed Seamus terribly - he was exhausted when he came home last night because he spent the weekend running and swimming, so he walked in and just wandered around for a couple of minutes (I think he had slept the entire three hour car ride). I love him so much and he seemed really happy to be around me; he kept coming up and standing next to me so I could rub his back. There is just a certain type of attention that you can't get from your dad - and that is cuddles from mom!!! Lame...sorry...I just missed him.
Anyway, nothing big is going on this week. Just working away. Not too exciting. When I have someone of quality to write about I'll let you know. Also, I am so fucking irritated with work because apparently some drama went down between some of my colleagues so now every other minute people are bitching left and right. What is this? Seventh grade? I was done with this shit in 1997. WEAK.

Painful spoons.

I hate it when you eat soup with one of those plastic soup spoons. They are too wide and they cut the sides of my mouth. But it was good soup, so I will keep my complaining to a minimum. I had half a turkey sandwich for lunch - it was also very good, and my body does not appear to be rejecting it. It was eight freaking dollars for lunch today, but I only ever eat 1/2 of the sandwich because they are so big. Lunch tomorrow!
I have to bill 50k in one month. I have no idea how I am going to do it. My pipeline for 2008 looks awesome, but that doesn't help me NOW for 2007 commission. Ugh.
This weekend was great - we went to Happy Hour on Friday and it was really fun. On Saturday, we rode all over creation - we had to pick up an exhaust system for JR's car in Pottstown, PA (1 hour away from us, don't ever go there) and then return JR's brother's pickup truck (1/2 hour in the opposite direction from our house.) The day was pretty much spent in the car, but it was a nice day in the car, and it was also really nice just going for a ride with JR. Saturday night we went to HOOTERS and it was awesome - two pitchers and 20 wings later, we were ready to go though, because it was really busy and one of the waitresses broke down in tears because someone was giving her shit. Clearly they were short staffed - everyone in the restaurant heard her say that - we just ordered as soon as she came over and left her alone. People are such dicks.
Sunday was good - woke up feeling pretty hungover which was odd, but I made it to Wegman's for some bagels, lox, and various other shopping items I needed so I could entertain our friend for dinner. JR had to go in for a few hours after breakfast for work, so Moo and I went back to bed for that period. I woke up feeling much better and much more capable of attending to laundry, cooking, and cleaning.
Yesterday was HORRENDOUS. I had to have X-rays and tests done - bottom line, the Radiology place sat me in the hallway in a gown while old men shuffled past me and ogled me. They LEFT me there - the Radiologist did not agree with the test my doctor wanted done - (supposed to take a pill, then X-ray five days later to find out where it is) - the Radiologist wanted me to KEEP COMING BACK until the pill left my system. I call my doctor and he's like "What? They are supposed to do the tests I WANT." So we're square. And I'm humiliated. But what else is new. Hopefully the results of everything will come back in a few days and we can figure out the next course of action. To make matters worse, I felt awful yesterday, and had to take a Perc just to get some sleep.
Last night was nice - just reheated Sunday's dinner and relaxed with JR. He's so wonderful.
This morning was more fun - Seamus woke up at 5:00 a.m. to throw up - JR doesn't do so well with vomit, so I cleaned it up - I am just thankful I didn't step in it. It was the color of the wood floor - ew!

Losing it.

I think that it just took me entirely too long to write this sentence. I haven't even TAKEN a percocet and I feel really out of it. Today is one of those days when I feel awful and want to crawl into a hole and die. I rescheduled my X-Ray for Monday to see where the little plastic pill and its contents ended up. Then I have to get bloodwork done to see why my absorption is all effed up. I really hate this, but I just found out about two people who had cancer and had to have major major surgery - I don't have it so bad.
I'm tired. I have been so unbelievably tired - I cannot get out of bed in the morning. The thought of going to the gym exhausts me. I know I am in a rut because I haven't been feeling well. The weekends are heaven, but I find even when I am just tooling around, cleaning the house or going grocery shopping, I have to go lay down. Literally, each day during the weekend JR looks at me and says, "Why don't you go lie down?"
Now I am just bitching. But this is really hard. I pull myself together for work and when I am around JR because who wants someone who is always complaining about not feeling well? I wouldn't want me around. I miss my dog.

Stolen burger.

That's right. I got a burger from Good Dog (local Philly beer and burger place - voted Philly's best burger) with my good friend Stef on Friday because I really needed...you guessed it...a beer and a burger. So, 10 effing dollars later, I have this glorious burger. There was absolutely no way I could eat the whole thing, so I took the other half back to work and thought, Monday I will be so happy, because I'll have a Good Dog burger.
SOMEBODY THREW IT AWAY! There has been shit in the fridge for weeks...literally...and someone threw my 2 day old burger away. WTF?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!??? I'm really pissed. I'm actually feeling pretty good today, which makes me even madder. So, I got a Lean Pocket (270 calories, pretty good size, not too bad tasting) which doesn't make it any better, but at least I got my meat-n-cheese fix.
I saw Knocked Up this weekend - it was hysterical (if completely misleading...you KNOW when you have had sex without a condom...you know what I'm saying? You know what I'm saying?) and a nice date movie. I made chicken parm last night and it came out pretty good. I made my own sauce, and JR took the leftovers today. I wonder if it got better.
Moving along, work is going well, hopefully some more placements will arise. I'm making meatloaf tonight. My dad is coming over for dinner tomorrow night, and I have no idea what the eff I will cook. JR did a lot of work on the house this weekend, which was great - unlike the wiring, you can actually see the results of what he has done, so the nagging wife in me shuts up. I pulled up the hideous carpet out in the sun room, and it actually looks BETTER with just the plywood floor. We got some tiles for out there, and I think it will look 10000% better when I finish it next weekend.
Murder by Numbers from The Police is on. This is my least favorite Police song, and 104.5 insists on playing it daily. Oh no...I just burped and it smelled like Philly Cheese Steak Lean Pocket...this is going to be a long afternoon.

You can fuck right off.

I pulled the plug on the whole position open in Wilmington - they no-showed on a phone conference that was set up, barely apologized, and then expected me to extend an pre-existing appointment with them for today so I can have the opportunity to talk to the people who blew me off on Friday. Right. I was supposed to call in at noon, but when I got the email after my staff meeting today saying that the appointment will now be one hour, I had had it. I sent an email (because clearly no one knows how to pick up the phone...) and "I'm withdrawing from the process, best of luck in your search."
Of course my Mom is all bummed because if I had taken the position, I would have come down immediately, but I would also want to shoot myself because their behavior is the exact reason I left Lockheed Martin - no one is accountable and everyone is incompetent. I mean, really, three phone interviews to ask me the same questions? And then to NO SHOW on a conference call? That was so unbelievable rude - especially when my point of contact said in the email, "Jeff left you a voicemail." Oh, um, I'm sorry...what part of PROCEDURE, FRIDAY AFTERNOON, and COMPLETELY UNAVAILABLE didn't you get? I may be young, but I refuse to be pushed around. If this is how they treat people they are courting (i.e., enticing to join their company), imagine how they treat their employees - NO THANK YOU!!!
On another note, referencing the above procedure - it was nothing major on Friday - just making sure no crazy problems...but I have been feeling horrendous and didn't go to work yesterday because my stomach was twisting so severely. Today is a little better, but I am exhausted and feeling pukish (my new term for nauseous...like it?). I really need to get more placements...like ASAP so I can get some commission dollars - I need to pay off that credit card...carrying like (eek!) 1k on that, and of course, there is always Moo and his hips, the house, JR and his hips. I just want to die.