Work-related

or rather, lack of work related.
I called in to two clients.

Client number one thanked me - it's a tiny office and I had suddenly thought that I probably shouldn't go in there, as both women have small children, just about ready to go back to school, and one of them is pregnant. My major issue was the pregnant one, but she's on vacation this week.The other lady was still "But hey, do NOT come in here if you're sick, it's no problem, we'll reschedule once you're better."

Client number 2 wasn't in. At the time he was INSISTING I be in, 10AM, he wasn't. I called on the dot, I wanted to make sure he was there. Of course, he wasn't. I'm sorry, I slept about an hour at a time, for about 3 hours all night. Same thing as the night before. I got the nice salesman. The other guy wasn't in. The nice guy, S, said "you SO DON'T want to be here today." We chatted for a bit, and I told him about my other client. His advice? "Dump this guy (ass client), right now." I told him I was sick, and to have the boss call me. Should I call back? (of course I should) I'm sorry, I just don't think I should be going to work today. I'm waiting until later to see how I feel about going to client number 3 - I don't have to be over there til 6ish/7ish. I should email them tho - it could be a "You're sick, stay HOME!" thing there too. I should give them the option.

Oddly enough I feel better now, but it might be due to sitting up. My nasal passages are clear. but one of the sockets hurts, I think from the moving lone gunman tooth and the coughing and nose blowing. I'm going to call the oral surgeon and ask, I think. Otherwise I'm going to take it easy. I think I'm going to make myself some toast, and some tea the way my Nani used to - Tetley with lots of milk and sugar. The ONLY time I put milk and sugar in my tea is when I'm sick. I really should have bought a lemon yesterday, it would be really good in some of my teas, especially the Lemon Ginger infusion. Give it just an extra Oomph of lemon.

On top of all this - not going to work today means NO paycheck. Which means the $13 I have in my wallet - that's it. Til I don't know when. Hopefully only Wednesday. I'm putting $10 of that into my tank, so I can get to the Cape. I might borrow $20 off teh Unit for gas, so I can make sure I have enough to get to the office all week.

This is the worst it's ever been. I can't help but believe it HAS to get better.

The client I like wants to offer me more hours, with more responsibility. I find it hard to believe I WOULDN'T be moving into a very permanent position with them. This is exactly the kind of client I want, they NEED me. And freaky, they're NICE - very upbeat, they make ME feel happy. I find I WANT to make sure things are done for them, and they're right, they need more attention. They also work with my tax season schedule. I DO need to start getting up earlier, but I find myself WANTING to. Such as a 9-2 or 3 days for them, then off to the CPA for an evening of taxes and whatnot.

I wish I could understand WHY I'm letting a guy I don't like, a job I don't like, and a general situation I HATE endanger my long term job happiness. They want ME more hours, but they're not willing to work with me in the hours I'm in. They need someone more often. They want it to be me. WHY the hell am I hesitating?? I'm very glad I'm sick. I'm hoping that whatever goes on today will do my dirty work for me. Otherwise, Wednesday, I have to get in there, hopefully he'll be alone, and give him my notice.

Anyway, isn't there tea and toast and soup in my future? As in my "now now" future? *grins* I'm off for some food. HEY - maybe I have some of the cinnamon sugar left! Hmmmm, cinnamon toast!

pouty-pants

you know what would be GREAT right now - a fresh cup of coffee.
And my coffee maker is at KA's.
And I'm NOT keen on using teh Unit's coffeemaker.
No, I haven't gotten my toast and tea yet - the ever vigilant moi has been doing stuff for a few clients. Hell I'm home, there's no reason for me to not do this stuff.

right, didn't I say tea and toast?

Welp

toast acquired. I DID have cinnamon sugar, and it was yummy. I'd even consider more toast but I'm going to have soup later so I'll save bread for that. The tea is ok, teh Unit doesn't buy Tetley, and I don't have any, which I need to correct. So I've settle for Salada, although any black tea would have done (Salada is an orange pekoe if memory serves. but it's been ages, so *shrugs*) I can taste a difference but hey, it's mental. I also have myself a big glass of pink grapefruit juice.

So that all said, talk to me about comfort foods. Here, I'll start:

- tea, weak made with milk and sugar, to the color of iced coffee, with cream.
- white toast, soaked with butter, and cinnamon and sugar ("back in the day" you didn't buy it in the store, your grandmother would "make it" in one of her collection of shakers, pouring some secret ratio that always worked out just right.)
- Cream of Chicken soup over rice (I believe zelda_eckleberg called this "Welfare food." *grins* You make the soup with less water so it's thinker like a gravy. Honestly, Cream of Chicken was a staple, it went with rice, it went as a sauce, used to cook chicken breasts in one of those electric pans. You know, it's a wonder I eat ANYTHING with spice!)
- eggs as dinner (sometimes we had breakfast for dinner. Actually, egg and bacon sandwiches on Wonder white at any time that WASN'T breakfast.)

Ok, try not to gag, remember, I lived with Old People, these were my great grandparents, and they remembered being "poor" and having nothing. I think this is where my hoarding habits come in - she was always looking for other uses for things, so as not to waste it.

- Spam. Not with Vikings. Either fried, or cubed and fried, with eggs. Again, as dinner. Somewhere around my early teens, she got the hang on scrambled eggs with cubed Spam and cheese. It's why egg scrambles at say IHOP doesn't work so well for me - it's actual HAM in there *grins* The one thing is that _I_ cannot handle Spam. The jelly GROSSES ME OUT! *gags*

- Also anything boiled, and/or mashed. Apparently our family is freaky since we mashed carrots. And no, not with nutmeg or nuts or stuff. Mashed, maybe with some butter. My aunt once told me, disgustedly, "Your uncle will NOT EAT whole cooked carrots. I've NEVER mashed carrots and I had to have your grandmother teach me. Now I have to make whole carrots AND mashed carrots, for your uncle." I nearly PEED myself laughing. I never thought anything of it, and love carrots so I eat them in any form. But walking into someone else's house at the holidays is really creepy for me. "Why are there lumps in your cranberry sauce? What do you MEAN there are cranberries in it?" and "Where are the mashed carrots?" *grins* And goddess help me if there's no chocolate cream pie. And not a COOKED one either, skin = nasty! *grins again*

OK, so tell me what are YOUR comfort foods? What do you want when you're sick, and where did the habit come from?

I'll say this

Being home sick on a workday
is better than being home sick over a weekend.
Happier TV wise, happier email checking wise.

Honestly, I don't dare get my own place - I think I'd wander about all day and do nothing but poke around.

Yeah so

I stayed in.
Sneezed all over everything.
I feel - ehhh. What I need is some sleep. Serious sleep, not the 3 hours in spurts I got last night. My cough syrup with codeine is WAY old but I'm thinking of slamming back a dose, JUST to knock me out. Unless I have some Nyquil floating about. It usually doesn't work that way, tho, the codeine is the only thing that works. But I HAVE to toss this. I can't afford to be sick too much longer. Today was a gift, from either understanding or not wanting to be sick or asshole clients. I don't have that luxury tomorrow. BOTH Tuesday clients are going on vacation the following week, or after, and my whole schedule is up the yin-yang. Then it's to the asshole on Wednesday. To tell him I need to quit. I just CAN'T do that job, it's demeaning, and he's an ass. I hope he bitches about the amount of time he's taken to "train" me, it's been all of ZERO freaking minutes.

Eh I walked away from this to "blow my nose" and it's been an hour. I'm posting, then finding some drugs, then going to bed.