Get well soon ~ma, Kristin.
Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
OK yeah, tonight is the night of teh dumb. When I moved the poles in the lobby there was a puddle under one of them. I remarked on how a puddle could be localized under a pole and was met by blank stares. So now I'm filling out the product waste report and I see "large drink- customer spilled". Clearly the person who cleaned up the spill simply mopped around the pole. Genius.
Hot salt water gargles, yes indeedy. I don't have the energy to go out and get good tissues, but I'm going to put some lotion on my nose before I go to sleep.
I'm thinking right now that I need medicinal pumpkin pie.
ETA: Laga, sorry to hear that you're dealing with teh stoopid.
I offer love and hugs to all who want them. I'm starting to get stiff and sore, so won't try to type everything I'm thinking. Suffice it to say that I had to lift a 170 lb person, completely limp, from the floor, high enough that the other staff member on duty could push a chair under the person's butt.
That shit's a lot easier to do if you do it on a regular basis.
Oh ouch, Andi. Can you take a nice, hot bath?
mmmmmedicinal pie. drooool.
ooh ouch WindSparrow. If you have pie, make sure to have some.
oof, WS. Take Care of yourself.
thanks for all the sympathy. I really wasn't expecting to be hit so hard today. Matt is being extra good to me. He knows I just feel like hiding, so he is being good at just letting me be.
Am home, in Dallas, in my lovely evil chair. Whew.
I'm now in a Holiday Inn Express in Lodi, CA.