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Jul. 10th, 2004 09:42 pmCan't handle another percocet hangover, but ouch does my shoulder hurt.
Today sucked. Majorly.
So, we're supposed to give HIV results today...before I left the office yesterday, I ask my boss if everything is ready to go, and if I need to put anything in my car. She tells me no...it's all ready. And I leave, and tell her I'll see her in the morning. Shortly after I've left my house, without my office keys, to head to the site, I get a call from my boss, asking if I've got condoms in my car. It's summertime...I'm not keeping condoms in my car in this weather. My boss asks me to go home, get my keys, go to the office, get condoms, and get the phone number of the person who is supposed to unlock the community center we're supposed to be in. I do all this, and arrive at the site about half an hour late. My boss is hanging outside the center....in her car. No one has come to open the center. Despite repeated phone calls, no one ever shows up to open the center. We spend the afternoon outdoors, in the sun, trying to get people to come and get HIV results. We're certainly not prepared for it-not dressed appropriately, no water bottles, no sunscreen. Just sucktastic.
I had planned on getting cat food and maybe heading up to an event in Maryland after the afternoon, but I was feeling waaay too icky to even consider it. I barely made it home without puking.
Spent some time napping and needlepointing. My shoulder hurts intensely tonight, again. Bleh. I feel like kvetching tonight, so I'll leave you all alone so I don't bother you.
Today sucked. Majorly.
So, we're supposed to give HIV results today...before I left the office yesterday, I ask my boss if everything is ready to go, and if I need to put anything in my car. She tells me no...it's all ready. And I leave, and tell her I'll see her in the morning. Shortly after I've left my house, without my office keys, to head to the site, I get a call from my boss, asking if I've got condoms in my car. It's summertime...I'm not keeping condoms in my car in this weather. My boss asks me to go home, get my keys, go to the office, get condoms, and get the phone number of the person who is supposed to unlock the community center we're supposed to be in. I do all this, and arrive at the site about half an hour late. My boss is hanging outside the center....in her car. No one has come to open the center. Despite repeated phone calls, no one ever shows up to open the center. We spend the afternoon outdoors, in the sun, trying to get people to come and get HIV results. We're certainly not prepared for it-not dressed appropriately, no water bottles, no sunscreen. Just sucktastic.
I had planned on getting cat food and maybe heading up to an event in Maryland after the afternoon, but I was feeling waaay too icky to even consider it. I barely made it home without puking.
Spent some time napping and needlepointing. My shoulder hurts intensely tonight, again. Bleh. I feel like kvetching tonight, so I'll leave you all alone so I don't bother you.
