January 31, 2010
I wish I could quit you
So you know how in my last post I mentioned that I was a little sickie, but it was okay because I seemed to be on my way to recovery? Well I was really, horribly wrong and it turns out that I was merely in the eye of this metaphorical hurricane. Well my lymph node never decreased in size and yesterday I woke up to a pair of swollen tonsils which, after examining in the mirror, I found to have little white bumps on them. Swallowing is not only painful, but difficult, and the sore feeling has spread to my inner ears. What's the most wonderful part about all of this? Pier 1 is such an incompetently run corporation, that I had to work an eight-hour shift yesterday because not a single person of managerial status in the entire region could cover for me. What's more, I called in earlier today to tell my manager that I could not come in tomorrow because I need to see a doctor, and she just called back to tell me that I basically need to come to work as no one can work for me . . . again. I should have seen this coming--last time I was sick I had to work (I had a fever of 103 degrees, mind you. I thought my brain was on fire) and many times before that. It's not like I ever take time off for trivial illnesses. I always work if I have colds and even if I lose my voice (which the customers never really appreciate). But with something like this, I usually draw the line. I wonder how illegal it is to tell someone they have to work when sick?
The only silver lining of this hideously grey cloud would be if I turn out to have strep throat and that I'm highly contagious and that everyone who made me work gets really, really sick, and that no one could cover for them and they would have to work sick too. How's that for positive thinking?
There's nothing else going on in my life really. I read, I read, I read, I watch tv on dvd, I sleep. Though I did go to sushi and PB Bar and Grill with mi amiga Stephanie, Friday night. It was something of an intervention because she's planning on making an enormous mistake and I was planning on talking her out of that mistake, but before we could discuss it, my friend Natalie randomly showed up and we all hung out and the crazy-decision-talk got swept under the rug. I guess it's good that we didn't have a chance to discuss things because now I have more time to figure out how to be sensitive when talking with her rather than just giving my opinion and telling her she's absolutely IN-SANE.
I'm reading Heart of Darkness and Huck Finn and Things Fall Apart right now and I think the world is trying to tell me something about racism or black/white relations.
I dropped my Shel Silverstein class because I really didn't want to kill myself in a few months.
My Techniques of Poetry professor is out of his mind and I love him so very much. He referred to Allen Ginsberg as a "lovely angel" and to libraries as "our own personal histories of the imagination." We have to turn in a portfolio of 20 poems by the end of the year, but if we come down with a case of writer's block, we can use photography, painting, film, or dance as other artistic mediums to be evaluated by. I wonder what he means by dance...
The only silver lining of this hideously grey cloud would be if I turn out to have strep throat and that I'm highly contagious and that everyone who made me work gets really, really sick, and that no one could cover for them and they would have to work sick too. How's that for positive thinking?
There's nothing else going on in my life really. I read, I read, I read, I watch tv on dvd, I sleep. Though I did go to sushi and PB Bar and Grill with mi amiga Stephanie, Friday night. It was something of an intervention because she's planning on making an enormous mistake and I was planning on talking her out of that mistake, but before we could discuss it, my friend Natalie randomly showed up and we all hung out and the crazy-decision-talk got swept under the rug. I guess it's good that we didn't have a chance to discuss things because now I have more time to figure out how to be sensitive when talking with her rather than just giving my opinion and telling her she's absolutely IN-SANE.
I'm reading Heart of Darkness and Huck Finn and Things Fall Apart right now and I think the world is trying to tell me something about racism or black/white relations.
I dropped my Shel Silverstein class because I really didn't want to kill myself in a few months.
My Techniques of Poetry professor is out of his mind and I love him so very much. He referred to Allen Ginsberg as a "lovely angel" and to libraries as "our own personal histories of the imagination." We have to turn in a portfolio of 20 poems by the end of the year, but if we come down with a case of writer's block, we can use photography, painting, film, or dance as other artistic mediums to be evaluated by. I wonder what he means by dance...
gina
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Annie Szafranski • February 1st 2010 • Reply
GinUH It's been so long since i've last seen you, and I can't believe you're still sick!
You should take this opportunity to tell you manager to hire more people. Do they really expect good customer service (who likes that anyway?) if they are making you work while you're sick? They should have to deal with everything, not you.
Terrible.
BUT your techniques of poetry class already sounds amazing. Please dance to "Una Noche" if you're short on poems..
gina • February 1st 2010 • Reply
My sickness defies all concepts of time. I'm actually going to the doctor's office today which is saying something because I NEVER GO to the doctors. I mean, I had that three-day earache that I almost killed myself over, and I didn't even go then. We'll see what they say; like I said, I hope it's strep so that Missy doesn't want me to come in because it will threaten her good health.
And I'll be sure to keep Una Noche on the backburner in case I develop an overwhelming case of writer's block. I think he'd like the dance more than any poem I could write, though.
Jeff Micklos • February 1st 2010 • Reply
LET ME WARN YOU, GINA!
First off, you were in my dream last night. Annie was there too, as was my little cousin. We all fell asleep together, a la St. Patrick's Day.
But more importantly, I have been in your situation. My glands (or whatever they may be) have swollen and it has been hard to swallow. Let me warn you, Gina, it doesn't end well. I suggest you go to the Doctor ASAP so you don't end up overnight at Children's hospital with a tube down your mouth sucking blood out of your throat like Edward Cullen.
...but maybe you would like that?
gina • February 1st 2010 • Reply
Well I doctored today and they don't really know what's wrong with me. They did a strep test and it came back negative, so they're sending out the samples to a real lab to do some high-tech analysis. I expected so much--doctors never know what's wrong with you until it's too late. I feel like I should just go check into a hospital now and skip the waiting.