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This day has been a bad day from the literal moment it started.
Around midnight or so I grilled up some chicken. I guess it went bad somehow, though HOW I can't imagine, since it was well within its refrigerator lifespan, because no sooner had I finished it than I ended up with pain and nausea that hasn't yet quite gone away. After running back and forth to the bathroom for a while, I finally tried to sleep at around 3AM. I woke up sporadically between 3 and 5; at last, at 5 I woke up decisively, and lay there for two hours or thre hours with an upset stomach.
Around 7:30 or 8 my circadian rhythm kicked in and I passed out till ten, when on those meager hours of sleep I had to drag myself out of bed to go in for my 12 hour day at work. Lacking breakfast material, I decided to leave the house early in the hopes of grabbing something from the cafeteria.
The second, the literal moment I stepped out of the house, it began pouring rain. Now up to this point, it hadn't rained, nor had it particularly seemed like it would, so there I am in my wool coat, which I try not to get wet.
Inexplicably, the usual parking area is crowded -- as it always is these days, for reasons I don't know. It didn't used to be this bad even a few months ago. So I end up forced to park far away, walking to work in the rain. It turns out to be a good thing I came in early, because they have every single access point to the ER blocked off for moronic reasons. I ended up having to go a huge runaround-way through the hospital, arriving at work with no time to spare for my anticipated breakfast.
No sooner do I sit down than one of the hospital big bosses shows and starts asking me to do stuff, and my particular position gets a new responsibility. Nor can I hope to enjoy a breakfast while working, since everyone who's anyone is here lurking around in anticipation of an inspection of doom tomorrow and the next day.
Some days aren't worth having.
Around midnight or so I grilled up some chicken. I guess it went bad somehow, though HOW I can't imagine, since it was well within its refrigerator lifespan, because no sooner had I finished it than I ended up with pain and nausea that hasn't yet quite gone away. After running back and forth to the bathroom for a while, I finally tried to sleep at around 3AM. I woke up sporadically between 3 and 5; at last, at 5 I woke up decisively, and lay there for two hours or thre hours with an upset stomach.
Around 7:30 or 8 my circadian rhythm kicked in and I passed out till ten, when on those meager hours of sleep I had to drag myself out of bed to go in for my 12 hour day at work. Lacking breakfast material, I decided to leave the house early in the hopes of grabbing something from the cafeteria.
The second, the literal moment I stepped out of the house, it began pouring rain. Now up to this point, it hadn't rained, nor had it particularly seemed like it would, so there I am in my wool coat, which I try not to get wet.
Inexplicably, the usual parking area is crowded -- as it always is these days, for reasons I don't know. It didn't used to be this bad even a few months ago. So I end up forced to park far away, walking to work in the rain. It turns out to be a good thing I came in early, because they have every single access point to the ER blocked off for moronic reasons. I ended up having to go a huge runaround-way through the hospital, arriving at work with no time to spare for my anticipated breakfast.
No sooner do I sit down than one of the hospital big bosses shows and starts asking me to do stuff, and my particular position gets a new responsibility. Nor can I hope to enjoy a breakfast while working, since everyone who's anyone is here lurking around in anticipation of an inspection of doom tomorrow and the next day.
Some days aren't worth having.
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