Never enough time

The problem with working swing shifts is that by the time I get home and am ready to do more than stuff my face and veg in front of the tv is that there is never enough time leftover for blogging. I’d do it in the morning, but I generally use that time for housework. And so, I’m left with short 15 or 20 minute bursts to use for blogging, which isn’t enough time at all to actually write about anything. –Here I am blogging about blogging.

I’m going to use this as a cheater post just so I have something posted today–I’ve made it just about halfway through the month so far. I’m off from work tomorrow so hopefully I’ll be able to get a real post with some sort of actual substance up at some point then.

Tendinitis still blows.

So back in February I started having pretty bad pain in my left wrist, to the point where the tendon that comes off my thumb would literally pop out of place any time I moved my thumb. I couldn’t even reach behind my back without getting sharp stabs of pain. I ignored it for a while as far as seeking treatment, and went for my own method of “brace it, ice it, and take an ibuprofen” until it got bad enough that I had to leave work early one night. I went to the urgent care facility near my work the next morning for x-rays and lo and behold, tendinitis.

I spent a week out of work, a few more weeks on light duty (nothing over 15 pounds which is … difficult when I work in a department where most boxes weigh over 35), and I’ve kept it braced while at work since. I’ve not had any problems with it in a few months, which is nice.

However, I’m starting to notice the same sort of deal on my right wrist, which is significantly more built up muscle-wise than my left now (owing to 8 months of being in a brace for 9 hours a day, 4-5 days a week). I’m hoping it’s not the same deal and it’s just sore from having to do that project of doom a few days ago that involved lots and lots of pencil holding for hours on end.

I tweaked it a little at work earlier this afternoon and decided to swap the brace over from my left to my right (thank you, whoever invented braces that work for both hands). My right wrist is still a bit stiff and I plan on icing it when I hop into bed, and my left is a little sore, but I’m mostly believing that it’s just because it had a bit more freedom today than it usually gets while at work and had to bend in ways it’s not used to anymore.

Super duper hoping I am not ending up with tendinitis in my right wrist, too; I rely way too much on being able to use my hands in order to do my job. Stocking fruit and vegetables is difficult when one cannot lift the boxes or pour them into their designated areas.

Typing a lot probably isn’t helping, either. So this is where I leave for tonight.

Work work work

So, last week was my very first paid vacation in my 15+ years of holding a job. “Awesome!” I say. “I get paid to sit on my butt and watch Netflix all week.”

Apparently that was a pipe dream. Generally speaking, when we get paid out for vacations, we’ll get two paychecks in one week–one being our regular pay, and the other being our vacation pay. I get paid every Friday. This past Friday? No paystub, no paycheck. I had school all day yesterday so I couldn’t get to work to look into it, but upon asking a coworker this afternoon about when we’re supposed to get it, he told me that we’re actually supposed to get it the week before we leave for vacation–vacations start on Sunday, we should be paid for it the previous Friday.

Aaaand so I had to go talk to my boss about not getting paid out for it, who asked the usual questions–did I turn in the vacation form, etc. Answer to all questions was “yes”, so he told me to fill out another one just in case and talk to miniboss (the ASM, who takes care of 99.999% of the payroll stuff). So that’ll have to wait until she comes back in on Monday so she can call corporate payroll department and see if they got the form (which should’ve been turned in by managers responsible for scheduling).

I’m hoping they’ll be able to cut me a check straight out, rather than making me wait until my next payday or longer. Because I didn’t get paid out when I was supposed to have been, I’m down to $35 to last me until Friday and have more than that due in bills this week–bills that are of the “if not paid on time service gets shut off” variety. It’s also nearly halfway through the month and I have nothing saved up for rent yet–I usually pull a set amount out of every paycheck and set it aside as “do not touch” money, and my first paycheck this month mostly went to last month’s rent.

I am going to be most upset if this isn’t sorted out soon, because it’s someone else’s fuckup causing extreme financial hardship on me. I’ll just have to see how this goes.

My Little Triceratops?

I’m not feeling particularly well tonight so today’s post is nothing but photos of my dog, of whom my roommate purchased a triceratops costume for earlier this evening and promptly put him in it. After a few minutes of trying to chew on the legs of it (his favorite toys have always been dinos), he settled in. Sadly he is just a little bit too long for it to fit properly, but it’s still cute!

My dog in a triceratops costume
The mighty Triceratops?

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Yay procrastination!

Procrastination queen strikes again! It’s nearly 11 pm, and I got out of class about an hour ago. My hands are covered in charcoal, I have class at 9am, and two incomplete projects due for it — my rhythm and repetition project I’ve posted about previously, as well as a collage set I was supposed to turn in last week. I’m currently slacking off on the couch making friends with the wonderful invention known as “Netflix”.

The collage project is to create six “puzzle piece” type compositions using two high-contrast colors, as well as black and white. Fortunately, I finished five out of six of them the last time I was in class and have the majority of the pieces already cut out; it’s mostly just a question of arranging it and gluing it all down. However, I could also be sitting on my butt on the couch watching Heroes and stuffing my face with pumpkin pie, because that also sounds like a grand idea.

Weirdly enough, I’ve never been able to get work done unless I’ve done a few hours or days or weeks of procrastination. Give me a month to write a paper, I’ll write the whole thing in three hours the morning it’s due. Give me three hours to get something done, I’ll wait until the last half an hour. It all depends on the amount of work there is to be done, and I’ve always been the type to work better under pressure than if there is no real “incentive” to do it just then, so to speak.

Enough of the being a slackass, though, for I desire pumpkin pie as well as finish these projects so I can get some amazing sleep.