Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Working My Way Back To You

I have probably, four blogs, when it's all said and done. At least. I find that when I'm agitated, restless, have nothing to say (which isn't ever really the case, but I do go silent on the interwebs), or for no other particular reason, I just move on out of one blog and into another.

I'm tempted to do the same here and I'm doing my damnedest not to. My toe is still somewhat broken, here at the two week mark and putting on shoes is the worst. I go to work and it isn't as bad as it once was. That being said, it still blows. There are a number of other things that make working at the coffee shop positively horrible.
For instance, we run out of ice. A lot. And now that it's warmer out and we're selling loads of iced drinks and frozen drinks we go through ice like Sherman through Georgia. Our manager, while nice, takes FOREVER to send someone next door to get ice from the pizza joint so people can get their blessed iced coffee. In the meantime, the other baristas yell at me as if it's my fault we've run out of ice (clearly). My temper has been on a very short fuse lately and it makes going to work and coming home just the absolute worst.

This short temper thing, so far, hasn't bled over (I hope) into other parts of my life too much. I'm job hunting something fierce and writing cover letters like a maniac. I think I'm going to try a new resume format soon if something doesn't turn up because I don't think I can stand it at the coffee shop much longer. It's the absolute worst these days.

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Broken Toes Hurt

So upon looking back at my chat history, it seems that way back on April 19, I was over at the BFs house because I had work one morning (early). I stay there when I work late one night and then have to turn around at work at like...5 or 6 am the following morning.

This particular morning I was getting ready for work and I was looking for my shoes and in the dark, managed to kick his dog's cage.
Needless to say, that shit hurt.

So what did I do? I popped a few aspirin, shoved my feet in my shoes and went off to work.

My foot never got better and if anything, I was convinced it had gotten worse. My dad was sort of under the opinion I was being a weenie, but I think he always thinks that, so we frankly don't hold much water with what he thinks (when it comes to me hurting myself that is).

I finally got myself to a doctor yesterday after ten days of trying to get my foot in a shoe brought me to tears (as did working 8 hours a day, but that's a different story). The Dr took an x-ray and my pinky toe is broken something fierce. I even got to take a look at said x-ray and it was blatantly obvious to the untrained eye that my poor toe is in pieces.

The result of all of this means that I'm off work for a week, I'm wearing a boot on my foot and I'm sending my resume out so I don't have to go back to the GGM for very long because while my toe will eventually get better, my sense of existential ennui will not.