Blargh
Begin whiny post:
I've been sick off and on for about three weeks now. What started as a nasty flu-ish thing then evolved into a cold, which died down long enough for me to attend a way-too-long-and-schmoozy conference in SF last week, which woke me up Thursday with what I thought was a terrible stomachy hangover (which I never get) and has again evolved into something new.
I went to a BBQ yesterday and just sorta SAT there. I was so lethargic and listless I couldn't even really keep up conversation with anyone.(And you KNOW I like to talk!) My friends all did a lot of those sideways looks of pity and fear-of-catching-whatever-it-is while asking "are you ALRIGHT?".... Meh. It was also the first day we had adequate and lovely amounts of sun, so being sick on the one day of summer is not acceptable.
I went home early (thanks Chris), disrobed, found I had a temp of 101, scooped the catbox which actually made me pant with exhaustion (WTF?), laid down and died until morning. My fever broke sometime in the night (helll-o sweatypants!)and today I still feel really lethargic and broken.
I'm totally done with this. I've got shit to do, and this is getting in the way.
In other news, stuff and things are fine. It was nice to get down to SF no matter how crazy a time it was and how much I realized I am NOT made for sales and marketing. I volunteered to go thinking it would help boost my knowledge of what our company does and just gain a new perspective by teaching others about what we do.... but it turns out it's pretty much impossible for me to act like I love selling shit. And schmoozing boring people until the wee hours of the night, for me, is like how most people would view being drawn and quartered. I am SO thankful that I have more interesting things to talk about at social gatherings than Information Security, and Other People's Business Plans. Gah! Shoot. Me.
I had a great time throwing our party, and I can schmooze for one evening when it's people WE invited, but going around to the other parties every night to things like "The Executive Women's Forum" (think DC in all its power hungry/trying to prove something/business suity/men with too much fake tanner who obviously grew up in a boarding school without enough hugs/"that guy was the security adviser to Bush and Clinton"- kind of glory.) That was the last night where I kinda freaked out and was yelling "I HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!!!" so I took some boys to a karaoke bar in North Beach and ran into the cute bartender from our party that had suggested the place. Score! (I am SO not a socialite.)
Huh, I was totally trying to stop bitching in that last paragraph.... I blame the post fever body aches. :)
Work is actually going very well, moving up to Project Management which is good for buffing up my "mad marketable skillz" *flex*. Once I was back in the office and cracking up with all of my great co-workers, things were fine and dandy. :)
The rest of life is ho-hum. Nothing to report. Which is kind of nice.... a lack of desire to date keeps a Natalie quite sane, go figure! Just working and hanging with my peeps when I get a chance. My life is boring, how about yours?
Ok, back to bed. Typing for a half hour has exhausted me. *pity*
I've been sick off and on for about three weeks now. What started as a nasty flu-ish thing then evolved into a cold, which died down long enough for me to attend a way-too-long-and-schmoozy conference in SF last week, which woke me up Thursday with what I thought was a terrible stomachy hangover (which I never get) and has again evolved into something new.
I went to a BBQ yesterday and just sorta SAT there. I was so lethargic and listless I couldn't even really keep up conversation with anyone.(And you KNOW I like to talk!) My friends all did a lot of those sideways looks of pity and fear-of-catching-whatever-it-is while asking "are you ALRIGHT?".... Meh. It was also the first day we had adequate and lovely amounts of sun, so being sick on the one day of summer is not acceptable.
I went home early (thanks Chris), disrobed, found I had a temp of 101, scooped the catbox which actually made me pant with exhaustion (WTF?), laid down and died until morning. My fever broke sometime in the night (helll-o sweatypants!)and today I still feel really lethargic and broken.
I'm totally done with this. I've got shit to do, and this is getting in the way.
In other news, stuff and things are fine. It was nice to get down to SF no matter how crazy a time it was and how much I realized I am NOT made for sales and marketing. I volunteered to go thinking it would help boost my knowledge of what our company does and just gain a new perspective by teaching others about what we do.... but it turns out it's pretty much impossible for me to act like I love selling shit. And schmoozing boring people until the wee hours of the night, for me, is like how most people would view being drawn and quartered. I am SO thankful that I have more interesting things to talk about at social gatherings than Information Security, and Other People's Business Plans. Gah! Shoot. Me.
I had a great time throwing our party, and I can schmooze for one evening when it's people WE invited, but going around to the other parties every night to things like "The Executive Women's Forum" (think DC in all its power hungry/trying to prove something/business suity/men with too much fake tanner who obviously grew up in a boarding school without enough hugs/"that guy was the security adviser to Bush and Clinton"- kind of glory.) That was the last night where I kinda freaked out and was yelling "I HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!!!" so I took some boys to a karaoke bar in North Beach and ran into the cute bartender from our party that had suggested the place. Score! (I am SO not a socialite.)
Huh, I was totally trying to stop bitching in that last paragraph.... I blame the post fever body aches. :)
Work is actually going very well, moving up to Project Management which is good for buffing up my "mad marketable skillz" *flex*. Once I was back in the office and cracking up with all of my great co-workers, things were fine and dandy. :)
The rest of life is ho-hum. Nothing to report. Which is kind of nice.... a lack of desire to date keeps a Natalie quite sane, go figure! Just working and hanging with my peeps when I get a chance. My life is boring, how about yours?
Ok, back to bed. Typing for a half hour has exhausted me. *pity*
For Sunny and all other Chicken Lovers
There is scientific evidence that chickens are awesome.
(make sure to make it all the way to the end.... that's the best part)
(this probably just shows that I've been to way too many conferences in my life cuz this makes me pee my pants. *pushes up nerd glasses* Plus 'Chicken' is the best word in The Land.)
(make sure to make it all the way to the end.... that's the best part)
(this probably just shows that I've been to way too many conferences in my life cuz this makes me pee my pants. *pushes up nerd glasses* Plus 'Chicken' is the best word in The Land.)
Mew :(
I got an email from my old coworker letting me know that Sam, the funniest, bestest, most sweet and weird clinic cat in the entire land, is extremely ill and likely going to pass soon. His liver is failing and he's anemic and weak. He is such a dear boy, so close to my heart.
I messaged my boss and asked him if I could go say goodbye tomorrow morning. I'm really not looking forward to this. But at least it will be good to actually say the goodbyes instead of how it went with my little Chicken.
Why must it always be the best ones? Too soon after my sweet girl, too.
So, so sad right now.
I messaged my boss and asked him if I could go say goodbye tomorrow morning. I'm really not looking forward to this. But at least it will be good to actually say the goodbyes instead of how it went with my little Chicken.
Why must it always be the best ones? Too soon after my sweet girl, too.
So, so sad right now.
Oh. Mah. GADDD!!
After spending the last 30 mins unclogging my unexplainable overflowing toilet and mopping up said mess (grodygrodygrodygrody) ....
THIS made my night ---> http://www.squishable.com/mm5/merc…
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
I want the shark and the chick'n!!! Ok I'm lyin'- I want them all!! :)
THIS made my night ---> http://www.squishable.com/mm5/merc…
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
I want the shark and the chick'n!!! Ok I'm lyin'- I want them all!! :)
Gettin' Old. Next stop, double date with Ben Gay and Depends.
We had this free health fair at work today so I convinced my 30-something year old female coworker to go with me to have a free bone density scan. I have mad osteoporosis that runs in the maternal side of the family and had a feeling I should probably get myself checked out sooner or later. I remember reading in my nursing studies that your mid 30's is pretty much your last ditch effort to build bone, from then on it's all about maintaining what you have left (creepy, no?) because you start losing it faster than you can make it.
So sure enough we go get the scan (they take a 30 second ultrasound of your heel, totally pain-free and easy, felt kinda nice actually! :P) and co-worker gets her results and they're like "you're perfect!" and I get mine and they're like "uh, you're early stage osteoporotic. You should do something about that." And of course being that it's assembly line free heath fair peeps, I am left to read a pamphlet (which if you read the little graph, tells me that if I were 80 - 100 years old, my bone density would be "normal") and then freak out at how old and decrepit I already am at 33 and whine to my co-workers about my 'brittle bones' and breaking hips. (I've fallen and I can't get up!)
I've also been having some really bad memory problems. Not just the "oh crap where'd I put my keys?" but pretty much everything all the time to the point that it is really affecting my work and other important things. It kinda freaks me out being that I am a tad on the paranoid side (see above) and I think the worst things right off like "tumor" or "early stage Alzheimers" etc. But in reality the most likely culprit is thyroid hormone imbalance. Yet another thing that runs in my family. My mom just had her entire thyroid gland removed last month. So I am feeling totally ok with worrying about mine. (we got some mad hot genes in this fam, dang....)In any case, I've had an enlarged thyroid for a while, had it checked last year and they were like "eh, borderline hypothyroid" and dismissed it. So now I am thinking I am going to get a referral to an endocrinologist since I have like 70% of the symptoms and the memory thing is really freaking me out and frustrating the crap out of me. And my boss hates me already, so forgetting stuff on a regular basis isn't helping. :/
Of course my fantasy plan to solve all of my gettin'-ancient-before-my-years woes is to take a magic thyroid pill (which also usually has the bene of making you lose weight), eat leafy greens and tofu under the hot sun in Mexico or anywhere tropical, dancing (my favorite weight bearing exercise)in the balmy air for the rest of my life and live happily ever after (insert cabana boy here) creating my own Vitamin D.
But we'll start with a trip to Virginia Mason.
So sure enough we go get the scan (they take a 30 second ultrasound of your heel, totally pain-free and easy, felt kinda nice actually! :P) and co-worker gets her results and they're like "you're perfect!" and I get mine and they're like "uh, you're early stage osteoporotic. You should do something about that." And of course being that it's assembly line free heath fair peeps, I am left to read a pamphlet (which if you read the little graph, tells me that if I were 80 - 100 years old, my bone density would be "normal") and then freak out at how old and decrepit I already am at 33 and whine to my co-workers about my 'brittle bones' and breaking hips. (I've fallen and I can't get up!)
I've also been having some really bad memory problems. Not just the "oh crap where'd I put my keys?" but pretty much everything all the time to the point that it is really affecting my work and other important things. It kinda freaks me out being that I am a tad on the paranoid side (see above) and I think the worst things right off like "tumor" or "early stage Alzheimers" etc. But in reality the most likely culprit is thyroid hormone imbalance. Yet another thing that runs in my family. My mom just had her entire thyroid gland removed last month. So I am feeling totally ok with worrying about mine. (we got some mad hot genes in this fam, dang....)In any case, I've had an enlarged thyroid for a while, had it checked last year and they were like "eh, borderline hypothyroid" and dismissed it. So now I am thinking I am going to get a referral to an endocrinologist since I have like 70% of the symptoms and the memory thing is really freaking me out and frustrating the crap out of me. And my boss hates me already, so forgetting stuff on a regular basis isn't helping. :/
Of course my fantasy plan to solve all of my gettin'-ancient-before-my-years woes is to take a magic thyroid pill (which also usually has the bene of making you lose weight), eat leafy greens and tofu under the hot sun in Mexico or anywhere tropical, dancing (my favorite weight bearing exercise)in the balmy air for the rest of my life and live happily ever after (insert cabana boy here) creating my own Vitamin D.
But we'll start with a trip to Virginia Mason.
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Amazing: http://scottishchick.livejournal.c…
Good parenting (you might get some tips here Tony): http://www.yaplakal.com/forum2/st/…
Other than that, I turned 33&1/3 yesterday. One third of my assuming-I-live-to-100 life has passed. That is feckin' depressing. But the drinks and friend-times were good! :)
What to do for the next third....?
Math is hard.
Good parenting (you might get some tips here Tony): http://www.yaplakal.com/forum2/st/…
Other than that, I turned 33&1/3 yesterday. One third of my assuming-I-live-to-100 life has passed. That is feckin' depressing. But the drinks and friend-times were good! :)
What to do for the next third....?
Math is hard.
Stolen from Schmooops because it's AWESOME
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My cat is weird.
She often gets upset when she hears cat noises on the computer or on TV and will come meow and yell at the sounds.
I was just browsing through Cuteoverload.com (because that is how I rock it on a Saturday night) and came across the "talking cats" video.... you know the two cute cats chattering back and forth to each other? Well on the page they have the original and the "translated" version which I remembered loving when I saw it, so I played the one with the voices dubbed over.
And Minet was sitting on my lap and got really agitated and was watching the screen and meowing.... but only at the dubbed one, not at the one with ACTUAL cat meows. Trust me, I played them both several times.... :P
I think this whole "treating your pets like people" thing has gotten to her head. :)
She often gets upset when she hears cat noises on the computer or on TV and will come meow and yell at the sounds.
I was just browsing through Cuteoverload.com (because that is how I rock it on a Saturday night) and came across the "talking cats" video.... you know the two cute cats chattering back and forth to each other? Well on the page they have the original and the "translated" version which I remembered loving when I saw it, so I played the one with the voices dubbed over.
And Minet was sitting on my lap and got really agitated and was watching the screen and meowing.... but only at the dubbed one, not at the one with ACTUAL cat meows. Trust me, I played them both several times.... :P
I think this whole "treating your pets like people" thing has gotten to her head. :)
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