07/25/2013

Woke up with a migraine this morning.  It was fairly horrible.  I took some pills at 6:30am, then trotted off to work.  I felt okay, then felt sick again by 8am.  Threw up at 8:30am, in a toilet in the "ladies" bathroom that someone had very considerately sprayed with poo*.  Trotted back to my desk, took more pills, drank water, drank juice, ate food, tried everything.  I felt fairly miserable, and at lunch I went and had a bowl of chicken and corn soup.  It must have been the miracle cure, because I started feeling better after that. 

I thought about going home, but it does me no favours.  Sure, I felt rotten and like my eyes were bleeding, but I managed.  

We’re going to get M’s US currency tonight.  Sigh. 

I am annoyed with the pet transport people.  I sent them a list of 5 questions yesterday morning at like 8am.  It’s after 6pm today, and still no reply.  I want to know stuff like where he is sleeping, how much food they want me to send with him, and whether they need his original vaccination records or copies.  I’m sure they hate my guts for being over-anxious, but this is my treasured pet (which they understand) and it’s costing us over $2,500, so I want some goddamned service here!  They pick him up on Tuesday morning and I know nothing of what to send with him.  Annoying.  

*Yesterday when I went to the bathroom I had the choice of a toilet with a smear of blood on the seat, or a toilet with shit streaks in the bowl.  I swear, I work with some of the dirtiest bitches in town.  Shitting is for HOME, people!  And if your’re gushing blood, take some fucking care.  They just have no consideration to the fact that other people need to use the bathroom.  I dread to think about how grubby their homes must be.