A bad day I had my retina appointment on Friday afternoon. I foolishly thought I was getting better. Ha! Apparently the remaining pigmnet from the dye that is injected into me is making it difficult for me to see that my eyes are bleeding when I look at my chart. I constantly worry about what will happen when both eyes go wonky at the same time. Guess I'll find out next week when both of my eyes get treated at the same time. Dr. Parnes says, "On the bright side, you still have vision good enough to pass a driver's test. We're trying to save that for you." I thought I was getting better. posted by Beth 9:41 PM . . . Wednesday, December 08, 2004 Here on Gilligan's Isle One of my co-workers assigned character names from Gilligan's Island to all of us. I'm MaryAnn! Woohoo. She was always my favorite. The guy in question is Gilligan because he leaves on measures and no one sees him again for hours. Carol started singing the theme song to him especially the part with the three hour tour. Now he calls her Mrs. Howell. She wants to be Ginger. This is the same woman who wants to be a princess, not a queen. The princess is smaller you see. Go figure. The company christmas party was on Satruday. I had some drinks and went home fairly early. My brother and his wife chauffered me and they were tired so we left early. Sometime after I left, Gilligan made the misfortunate error of calling me the rose between two thorns. I work with two other women, "the thorns." I don't think he realises his mistake yet. He said that when he first started working at the company, he didn't know who to turn to. He would come to me because I didn't yell at him. Now I've become the rose. I wasn't even there when it happened yet it's some how my fault. It's been thrown up to me at least 6 times and it's only Wednesday. Sigh. Can't even say hello without a snarky comment about the rose kissing ass. I'm kinda flattered tho. Never been a rose before. :) One of the other guys I work with is catching wise to my sex life. He's a little more intrigued than he should be I think. See, I flirt. I don't mean to, it just happens. Tihs is partly because I can't keep my big mouth shut. I stayed a little late last night to check on some orders. I made the calls from the showroom and not the office because I wanted to lock up the office so that the guys wouldn't hang in there, forcing me to stay until they made their copies, faxes, etc. While in the showrrom guy A (who is completely backward) is swing a wooden sample board around. He pretends he's gonna smack me with it. I say "tease." He pretends he doesn't hear me, but I know he did. Guy B looks at him and says, "did you hear that? Do you know what that means? You were going to hit her and she would have like it. She LIKES it" . Guy A says so not only is she a psycho, she's kinky too." They both turn to stare at me. Guy B tells Guy A another story about how he playful told me one day that I couldn't beat on him until after dark, and I said I wasn't dominantly inclined. He then further explained to Guy A what that meant about me. I really need to start thinking before I speak. Although, I can't stop thinking about how big Guy B's hands are. And Guy A has a nice swing.... I should probably start thinking befrore I type also. I'm sure this is a rambling, nonsensical mess. I'm not going to re-read or correct anything tho. Call me lazy, I don't care. The rose does what she wants. Ha! posted by Beth 11:12 PM . . .
Here on Gilligan's Isle One of my co-workers assigned character names from Gilligan's Island to all of us. I'm MaryAnn! Woohoo. She was always my favorite. The guy in question is Gilligan because he leaves on measures and no one sees him again for hours. Carol started singing the theme song to him especially the part with the three hour tour. Now he calls her Mrs. Howell. She wants to be Ginger. This is the same woman who wants to be a princess, not a queen. The princess is smaller you see. Go figure. The company christmas party was on Satruday. I had some drinks and went home fairly early. My brother and his wife chauffered me and they were tired so we left early. Sometime after I left, Gilligan made the misfortunate error of calling me the rose between two thorns. I work with two other women, "the thorns." I don't think he realises his mistake yet. He said that when he first started working at the company, he didn't know who to turn to. He would come to me because I didn't yell at him. Now I've become the rose. I wasn't even there when it happened yet it's some how my fault. It's been thrown up to me at least 6 times and it's only Wednesday. Sigh. Can't even say hello without a snarky comment about the rose kissing ass. I'm kinda flattered tho. Never been a rose before. :) One of the other guys I work with is catching wise to my sex life. He's a little more intrigued than he should be I think. See, I flirt. I don't mean to, it just happens. Tihs is partly because I can't keep my big mouth shut. I stayed a little late last night to check on some orders. I made the calls from the showroom and not the office because I wanted to lock up the office so that the guys wouldn't hang in there, forcing me to stay until they made their copies, faxes, etc. While in the showrrom guy A (who is completely backward) is swing a wooden sample board around. He pretends he's gonna smack me with it. I say "tease." He pretends he doesn't hear me, but I know he did. Guy B looks at him and says, "did you hear that? Do you know what that means? You were going to hit her and she would have like it. She LIKES it" . Guy A says so not only is she a psycho, she's kinky too." They both turn to stare at me. Guy B tells Guy A another story about how he playful told me one day that I couldn't beat on him until after dark, and I said I wasn't dominantly inclined. He then further explained to Guy A what that meant about me. I really need to start thinking before I speak. Although, I can't stop thinking about how big Guy B's hands are. And Guy A has a nice swing.... I should probably start thinking befrore I type also. I'm sure this is a rambling, nonsensical mess. I'm not going to re-read or correct anything tho. Call me lazy, I don't care. The rose does what she wants. Ha! posted by Beth 11:12 PM . . .
