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Sep. 1st, 2016 08:34 pmVarious, in no particular order:
-It's hell week at work. One of those weeks where you get 1000+ packages in a day, and the lines of students waiting to pick them up wrap around the staircase, and everyone's working overtime...every day.
Next week will probably also be hell week.
- Another symptom of this is that the longer-term employees are temporarily ignoring the finer details of the dress code. In my case, this is partly because I realized that the job has killed my shoes, and the state of my shoes is probably the real culprit in killing my knee.*
We will see whether a week of not wearing them helps. Meantime, I should find new shoes. And perhaps also a good shoe repair place.
- My Mom is coming in for a state visit on Saturday. This would be cool, except for the fact that it means I have to actually clean my room. And figure out what we're doing. Mom wants to go to my "favorite breakfast place". This vision does not, unfortunately, square with the facts. I do not go out for breakfast when at home: I am poor, I make very good pancakes, and going out for breakfast takes time that I could spend on job applications, computer games, bellringing, or sleep. Also, while my neighborhood has some excellent breakfast places, this is a fact known to everyone else in Camforville, and so spending an hour standing in line outside Sound Bites or Ball Square Cafe is very much the done thing; but I don't think that's quite what Mom had in mind...
- Distracting myself from all this by planning my birthday party.
* For the short-term problem. I may still want to see a physical therapist, because while the shoes may be the source of the IMMEDIATE, can't-run-and-also-pain flair-up, this is also a long-term issue.
-It's hell week at work. One of those weeks where you get 1000+ packages in a day, and the lines of students waiting to pick them up wrap around the staircase, and everyone's working overtime...every day.
Next week will probably also be hell week.
- Another symptom of this is that the longer-term employees are temporarily ignoring the finer details of the dress code. In my case, this is partly because I realized that the job has killed my shoes, and the state of my shoes is probably the real culprit in killing my knee.*
We will see whether a week of not wearing them helps. Meantime, I should find new shoes. And perhaps also a good shoe repair place.
- My Mom is coming in for a state visit on Saturday. This would be cool, except for the fact that it means I have to actually clean my room. And figure out what we're doing. Mom wants to go to my "favorite breakfast place". This vision does not, unfortunately, square with the facts. I do not go out for breakfast when at home: I am poor, I make very good pancakes, and going out for breakfast takes time that I could spend on job applications, computer games, bellringing, or sleep. Also, while my neighborhood has some excellent breakfast places, this is a fact known to everyone else in Camforville, and so spending an hour standing in line outside Sound Bites or Ball Square Cafe is very much the done thing; but I don't think that's quite what Mom had in mind...
- Distracting myself from all this by planning my birthday party.
* For the short-term problem. I may still want to see a physical therapist, because while the shoes may be the source of the IMMEDIATE, can't-run-and-also-pain flair-up, this is also a long-term issue.
