If He's Here, Who's Managing Hell?

Further proof that I do, in fact, work in Hell...

It's the hottest week of summer and due to some old equipment and some nearby construction, we have been without proper air conditioning in our building for over a week.  Reportedly, the air would be restored yesterday.  That was until there was a water main break and a sink hole.  And ALL air circulation was shut off. 

It was already about 90 degrees in the building when I arrived at 8am yesterday.  By 11am, it had probably reached 100 degrees and we were sent home at noon. 

Today, the air still isn't operating.  It's 90 degrees again, but our facilities dept gave me a big box fan to put in my office.  So I have hot air blowing all the papers off my desk.  Yay.  Sweat?  No, that's the dedication and enthusiasm oozing out of my pores. 

Hopefully the Devil will me home again.  I have a book to finish, dang it!

Don't Bother Me

while I'm reading....

I should be done this evening.  I'm about 2/3 done...up to Part III.  I had to force myself to put it down at midnight, and I eagerly await my lunch break so I can escape into Panem.

My Work Wife Is Leaving Me

She gave her notice. Sob!  Her last day will be Sept 1st.  Sob! 

This is my second work wife to leave me within the last year.  Maybe it's me.  I knew I shouldn't have asked her to rub cream on my butt hives!

Who will I share work gossip with now? 

And who will inherit all her work?  Especially since we do the same thing and are back-ups for each other?  I'll give you one guess.....

SOB!

Revenge Of The Toxic Mutant

I'm not a person that typically suffers from allergies.  Sure, there are a few things I'm allergic too, like....certain self tanners and Carnation Instant Breakfast.  There are also things that I think I'm allergic too, like exercise, ESPN, seafood, desert camping, fat free cheese or sour cream, and pictures of Carrot Top.  I have a pretty strong reaction to all of these things anyway, and try to avoid them at all costs.  But in general, I don't even get common hayfever.  There aren't many things that I'm really allergic to.

However, yesterday morning at work I noticed that my arm looked like this:

But I have no idea why.  I haven't used any new soaps, lotions, etc.  I had my normal breakfast of XL Diet Coke from McDonald's, though I did wash it down with a small snack baggie of my kids Cinnamon Crackers from Trader Joe's.  I've had them before, but maybe not more than 3 or 4 at a time.  Yesterday, I ate about 25 of them.  Could that be it?  Could Trader Joe be trying to kill me with delicious cinnamon goodness?

It was spreading, and pretty soon, my arms and legs were covered in itchy hives.  Not long after, I noticed my ears and lips were itching too.  I took a couple Benadryl and sluggishly went about my work day, trying to stay awake.  If I interviewed you for a job yesterday, I apologize, because I don't think I was really paying attention to what you were saying.  My bad.  By the end of the day, I was barely awake, but I wasn't as itchy and the blotches had started to fade.  But once the allergy medicine wore off, I was itchy and splotchy again.  I took more Benadryl and went to bed at 7:30pm.

This morning, the hives are back in full force, and I even have a few on my face.  I'm covered with hot, prickly, itchiness.  You have no idea of the restraint it is taking me to not scratch my butt cheek right now. 

The good news is, it might earn me a get out of work free card for the day.  The bad news is that I will likely spend it in a Bendaryl coma and I won't be eating anymore cinnamon crackers.

So much for being Kick-Ass.

I'm So Kick-Ass

...that I've decided I want to be Hit Girl for Halloween. 

I love her.  Anyone have a purple wig I can borrow?

Hit Girl:  Daddy, I want a puppy for my birthday.  A cute, fluffy one.
Daddy:  (stunned surprise)
Hit Girl:  I'm just (effing) with you, Daddy!  I want a butterfly knife!
Daddy:  Oh, thank goodness!  You really had me!  Just for that, I'm gonna get you two butterfly knives.

A Whole Month

Here is an update of what's been going on with me:

• Big, scary IRS Audit of 2008 tax year.  Spouse's self-employment taxes are a nightmare.  Trust me, I know.  Know a good tax person?  I'm not going through this crap again.  Results?  We owe $2000.  Doable, but still a bummer.
• Overworked, underpaid, overstressed, long hours, bring work home, crushed by mom guilt, "disagreement" with boss, cry at work.  The horror.
• Start looking for another job.  Why are there no good positions in my field right now?  I hate you, economy.  But not as much as I hate you, Boss.
• Try to make myself feel better by eating lots of junk food and shopping.  Still need new shoes.
• Realize the kids start kindergarten on August 12th.  Panic.
• Plan to take a couple of relaxing days off work to spend with the kids while the husband is out of town.  Go broke on back to school clothes/supplies.  Don't plan any time to actually relax.
• Sister-in-law almost dies in child birth.  Seizures.  Unconscious.  Emergency c-section.  ICU.   Healthy, beautiful baby, but sister-in-law takes a while to recover.  We think she's fully recovered. 
• First day of Kindergarten and my babies are officially in school.  Sob.