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Things I learned today, by Sarah “Cranberry Sauce” Brown:
  • It’s not crazy.
  • There is a difference between moisturizing and oil.  For instance, I really thought that because my forehead has been breaking out (it’s a summer thing), I need not moisturize.  My Mary Kay guru,
    Ra of Aardvark fame
    , corrected me and instructed me to use (shockingly!) an intense moisturizer.  My forehead is now completely clear.  It’s easy to trust someone who’s skin is just gorgeous and flawless.
  • I am not being asked to costume Lee’s one-act.  They are going to ask Ron.  If Ron says no, I will then not be asked.. I will be forced.  And let’s face it.. we all know I like to be forced.  I like it rough.
  • Caffeine is a natural antihistimane.  So is wine.  Guess which one I’ll be indulging in when I get home?
  • Our new software program is a go and we will load tonight into the silos. (I know, not nearly as exciting as the moisturizing thing, but I have a job too.)
  • There are people looking out for me where I least expect it.  And they’re not gentle about avenging my being wronged.
  • Boss uses the phrase “Assface” when he’s upset.  That was a new one, even for me.
  • I really don’t care for XP, but I can configure it to be purple, so I’ll get by.
  • Speaking of purple, The Boy wants to name his soccer team the Purple Cows.  Poof!
  • Almonds are supposed to help your bodily fluids smell better. (I don’t work ALL the time.)
  • Bad almonds taste REALLY bad.  Ech.
  • It’s completely and totally okay to hold your head high, even if you’re afraid to.  The worst that can happen is the truth.  And if you’re familiar with the truth, it’s more redeeming than shaming.
  • People remember you if you’re kind.  Someone called Boss today and when I answered the phone, they said, “Is this the One and Only Sarah Brown?  From so-and-so’s office?  Man, we sure do miss you over there.”
  • They also remember you if you’re not kind.  “Oh, you’re working for Boss now?  What an asshole.”
  • You can’t judge a apple by the tree.

Good day. :)

2:55 pm
Blech. (version 2.1)
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I don’t FEEL well.  I cannot say that enough.  I keep hoping that if I admit it, and accept it, and move on.. it will lessen.

But I still don’t FEEL well.

What’s worse is being sick with your significant other.  Because, in your heart of hearts, you really want to take care of them before you take care of yourself.  You want to.. you even mean to.. but you’re sick
too
.  You’re just as tired and cranky and irritable and snotty.  And to make them feel better, you really want to kiss them deeply and ease their pain.. but then you realize that neither one of you can breathe.

A birthday lunch sounds loverly!  The best things come in threes, you know.  Three of us, lunching on the third.. that sounds very covenly.  We might be able to conjure some spirits that day.. “Let the power of 9/3 combine!”

Ugh, I don’t feel well.  I hate not feeling well because my humor definitely suffers.  See former paragraph for example.

*This used to contain a very pointed and evil remark, but has been removed to show my maturity.*

I’m very defensive when I don’t feel well.  Everything gets under my skin.  So don’t try me.

It just occurs to me that “covenly” is not a word.  Well, screw you.  What are you, the word Nazi?

I don’t FEEL well.

I’ve been ultra-productive today, in my attempts to forget that I’m sick.  Now I’m left with nothing to do.  Which means more for you to read!  Hooray! (and the crowd goes wild)

Why does water taste bad when you’re sick?

You know you’re loved when he calls, hears you’re sick, and picks up your favorite nose spray on the way to your house, even though he strongly disagrees with the medication because he thinks it’s addictive but you don’t care because DEAR LORD you can breathe again.  That’s love, by Sarah Brown.

Or Suria Brown.  That’s the original Biblical version of my name, as I was schooled today.  Not the Brown part, though.  Just Suria.

Bored yet?  Yep, me too.
10:50 am
Blech. (Day 2)
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I TOTALLY WANTED TO FEEL BETTER TODAY.

We went to bed at eight-thirty, for pete’s sake.  We were asleep the minute our heads hit the pillow.  I don’t remember waking up, although Bryan says I was very restless.  We both took MULTIPLE doses of antihistamine, decongestant, and cough syrup.

But today, we both woke up sicker.  Is sicker a word?  That’s what we are, though.  My face HURTS.. like, hot and throbbing, and I can trace my sinus passages with my finger just by the pain.  And when you’re sick, you just feel sick.. like there’s a bad taste in my mouth, my hair isn’t curling just right, and I feel like I smell sick. (I don’t; I asked Boss when I came in.  He looked at my funny, then reluctantly sniffed me.  He said I smelled like a girl.) I’m just mucky all over.  Yep.  You read that right.  I’m MUCKY.

I think I’ve just been drafted to do costumes for Lee’s one-act.  I hope I got bad information.  Because I don’t know if y’all know.. but I don’t sew.  Sure, I can pull stuff, and I can hand-stitch, but you can’t hand me a pattern and expect anything to come from it.  They will have a more definite discussion today, but to quote Viv (to Bryan), “Tell Sarah to get off of her lazy ass and get up here and sew.”

So I counted yesterday, and that Christopher guy that I work with came by my desk eight times.  And it’s almost ALWAYS when I’m on the phone.  He will stand there, staring, until I get off of the phone.  Then he will attack me about supplies.  “Someone’s stealing our supplies,” he says, almost daily.  “You said you ordered that $500 worth of supplies yesterday and it’s not here yet.”  I try and calm him by reminding him that not everything moves at his pace, and that I’m sure they’d be in tomorrow, and he counters with some irrational explanation as to why the 20 mousepads HAVE to be in today because they’re stopping work.  I try and remind him that there’s not even 20 people in his area, or even his group, and he says, “We need to have extras.  Just in case.”  What in the hell are they doing with mousepads?

And what in the hell does he do for a living?  Other than annoy the hell outta me?

Yep, in a LOVELY mood today.  God help me.

7:28 am