Much to report here... lots of things hit the fan the other day and as I know you're completely bored (judging by the fact that you're reading my journal) and need a little diversion, I'll digress for you. Wednesday was an interesting day at work. I work for the state of michigan in the vital records department (I'm sure I've complained about it before). Seeing as I'm a student -read: piss on girl-- I'm in charge of pulling and putting away the books that contain the birth records.
Yay for being a stuffy vault all day with no sunlight. Anyway, there are 2 levels to the vault. The older births (1910-1981) are in the upper level of the vault, while anything from 1981 and newer are downstairs. Now, previous to my complaining, we (the students) were hauling the newer books upstairs whenever they were needed despite the fact that there is a computer down there with which they can do what they need to do without having to take the books upstairs and whatnot. So, I complained... then my supervisor complained and eventually we all decided that we were being silly, and that the newer books would remain downstairs. Yay. So, I come in on Wednesday (after we've decided to key the books downstairs) and there's a big fat pile of books that need to go downstairs again. I complained to my boss, as well I should have... and then grabbed 4 or 5 of 'em and headed downstairs. Now, usually I'm not a complete clutz... but Wednesday I'd been dropping things all over the place. You can guess what happened.
KABOOM! I fell down a few stairs, books went everywhere and I was left with very sore shoulders and back (as the stairs are metal, of course, for safety). Here comes the funny part. Because I work for the state and I could have conceiveably sued their asses, they HAVE to file an accident report. Splendid. As if I don't already feel like a complete jackass. Not only that, but I'm told (as I'm filling out the form that has a check-box for "human bite") that they *have* to call the ambulance.
HAVE TO.
Now, I know I've mentioned this before, but I have a terrible fear of hospitals. So when I hear "Call the ambulance" I immediately thinkg "Hospital" and start shaking and crying which leads my boss to believe that I really *am* hurt despite what I was telling her 2 seconds ago. So, they call the ambulance despite my pleas and apparently the ambulance was busy somewhere.. .so what does dispatch send? A huge-ass fire truck, complete with lights and siren wailing. Great. Now I feel like a TOTAL idiot. 6 firemen come racing in with gauze and a neck collar thing... wheeling the gourney with them. GREAT! I'm sitting alone in the conference room shaking and crying because I don't want to go to the hospital.. mascara running down my cheeks (Tammy Faye Baker, anyone?), repeating over and over to myself "no hospital, no hospital." Thankfully, they decided I was OK... though not mentally stable, and made me sign a waiver saying that I refused (and that was the correct term) to be taken to the hospital.
Then I went home and took a nap. What a day.
Friday was spent at the dorms with Rae and Mel, where we had much to drink and much fun despite the drama of birthday cake being thrown everywhere and a jealous boyfriend trying to break down the door of his cheating girlfriend. Yay for broken glass in the hallway. Saturday morning while I'm feeling worse than I've felt in a very long time and that I should just jump out the window and end it all, I get a call from my mom. Odd... she never calls me, but I figure she must want me to pick something up on the way home.
Wrong again. She wants the password to my computer, but won't tell me why. Immediately, I think of all the logs I've got on the computer... oh if she reads those she'll be completely grossed out (lol I'm sure you guys can imagine). Despite my pleading, she won't tell me what's going on but she's got this scary "uber-happy" voice that I know for a fact that she gets when something catastrophic has gone on. She assures me that *I'm* not in trouble, and that everything is fine. . . but I know better.
Upon returning home, I find out that she's been fired from her job. Splendid. Apparently enrollment for the college has been down ever since the new president took over( no big surprise here, he's a complete moron) and to cover his tracks, he's firing everyone who had a hand in enrollment over the past few years. As if that's fooling anyone. Well, she's been trying to start her own consulting business, so with her severence package (full health and pay for a year) this is a good thing for her, because now she's got time to work on the company. Still, everyone is a little freaked out. Mom has never been home more than 2 days at a time and that was only if one of us kids was sick or something of that nature. Now she's going to be home ALL the time and honestly, it's more than a little odd. Yesterday we find out from one of mom's friends( her old boss, Don Collizzi ... yes, that's his real name and no, he's not a member of "the family" but he IS 2nd generation Italian) that the board of the college is meeting to try and stage a coup, to get rid of Mr. Magoo, the president because as I mentioned before, he's not fooling anyone by firing these wonderful people. There's talk of reinstating mom to her job, but that's still a big debate because if she goes back, she'd only go back to train her replacement, and she'd loose her severence package. MAJOR drama over here. I hope things are much more calm on your front. If not, I suggest a nice long shower and a good workout.
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