I'm pretty sure I've mentioned my and Jerbs' next door neighbor here before. Basically, she's a horrible, horrible person, who is miserable and hates everyone and everything and wants everyone around her to be miserable as well. I've never heard anyone complain as much as she does, and I've never even had a conversation with this woman; it's all just been overheard either when I leave and she's home, or when she's coming home and yelling at someone on the phone as she stomps up the stairs. (And when I say stomps, I mean it . . . our walls literally shake every time this bitch comes home, it sucks). We call her Stompy. Also, she always has her window open, and she makes all of her phone calls on speaker phone, so if our window is open, and we're quiet, we can hear everything.
So anyway, we hate her, and for the past year, we've lived in a state of perpetually wishing she'd just move out. And last night, it got a lot worse.
This whole past week seems to have been bad for Stompy. On Monday, people moved into the apartment under her. On Tuesday, when Jerbs was home, she had to call emergency maintenance for something. Jerbs said they were there for awhile, and that she could hear Stompy bitching at them through the walls the whole time. That same day, the new neighbors apparently went out, and their dog (or dogs?) was making noise. Jerbs was here, and could hear the dog scratching and whining, but she said it wasn't that bad. But sure enough, at some point in the afternoon, she heard Stompy call the cops on the owners. The cops ended up not coming, because they know that woman's fucking nuts and overreacts to everything. On Wednesday, she had maintenance in her apartment again. Then yesterday, while I was at work, Jerbs overheard a conversation that was basically Stompy screaming at her disability case worker (apparently she's on disability, and it was disability that placed her here). Anyway, she was screaming at her case worker about how this place is horrible and there's tons of noise pollution (which is BS, this is actually a really quiet complex when you're not, y'know, totally fucking insane), and how she can't ever sleep (because she has a weird sleep schedule in which she sleeps during the day, which makes no sense because she doesn't work), and how it's just as bad as the last few places they put her (which really makes it seem like she's the problem), and how she wants to be moved to somewhere else ASAP. Which of course would be awesome. Jerbs texted me all this.
Then last night . . . good Lord. It was around 10:30 and we heard someone come up the stairs and knock on her door. It was emergency maintenance. Which made us laugh. But we really didn't think anything of it. Then, around 11, I went to get ready for bed. So I'm in the bedroom, sitting on my bed, putting on chapstick, when I hear someone screaming, "Call 911!! Call 911!! Call 911!!" And I hear Jerbs saying, in response, "OK, I'll call them, just calm down . . ." So of course I freaked out. I honestly thought something was on fire, so I ran out to the living room, where I found Jerbs, on her cell phone, clearly trying not to laugh.
Apparently, the maintenance guy hit a water main in Stompy's apartment, which caused her apartment to flood. And in the mind of Stompy, the appropriate response to this was to run onto our porch, screaming for us to call 911. (Bear in mind, too, that maintenance was IN HER APARTMENT when this happened, so really, the correct type of help was already there). But Jerbs did call 911, and they sent out some firefighters, who left very, very pissed off after about 10 minutes of establishing that there was nothing they could do and that our neighbor is a moron.
I was so freaking mad. Seriously, you do NOT scream for someone to call 911 because your apartment is flooding. It was ridiculous. It's aggravating that after all the time she's bitched about us, she ran to us expecting help, first of all. Not to mention that calling 911 for that was a complete and utter waste of emergency services. Needless to say, my adrenaline was pumping after that (I work in a cardiology clinic . . . when someone screams for you to call 911 like that, it means someone is freaking dying), and I absolutely couldn't sleep. I think I finally dozed off around 2 in the morning, which was super awesome when my alarm went off at 6. I ended up skipping my shower and sleeping an extra hour, which didn't really help much.
On top of all that, I had to stay the full day at MHC today, and cover the front desk from 1--5. I didn't leave work until almost 6, and after that I was at SHF until 8. Which basically means I worked a 12 hour day on 5 hours of sleep. I am EXHAUSTED.
Thank goodness I'm on vacation all next week!!!
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1.09.2015
2.26.2013
Win/Fail + Positive Changes
Win: Today at work I joined the gym! I'm so freaking excited about it I can't even tell you. Plus I most def got a little bit of the VIP treatment because of where I work . . . I seriously love my job. I had my workout stuff with me too, so I could get started after work.
Fail: Going to change at the gym and discovering that the black sports bra I'd thrown into my bag was, in fact, a pair of black panties that were apparently mixed in with my sports bras. So I didn't get my after work work out in and I was really, really disappointed. Sigh. I swear to God sometimes I just amaze myself! But it's a funny story and there's always tomorrow (I already made sure to put the correct under garment in my gym bag).
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Since I started my getting better journey, I've noticed some positive changes in myself. Some are really obvious--like that I don't want to kill myself anymore and I don't scream and yell and throw things every other day. Some, though, are less obvious and only occur to me when they pop up.
For example, I've noticed that my old door mat tendencies have gone away, and I'm no longer afraid to stand up for myself. I've stopped backing down from my opinions to make other people happy and avoid confrontation. I mean, obviously I'm not going around picking arguments with people, I just . . . I stand my ground now.
My bed was supposed to be delivered today. They were supposed to call me before they brought it (and then I was supposed to call Jerbs since she was the one home), but I never heard from them, and by the time I was on the bus home at almost 6 PM my bed still wasn't here. So I called and the girl basically said she'd meant to call me and let me know that they were going to have to move my delivery to tomorrow.
I told her that no one would be home tomorrow and that that was why I'd asked for Tuesday. She told me the bed wasn't ready; I told her they could deliver it on Thursday. I also told her--firmly--that I was told Tuesday, and that if I had to wait, I would expect a refund of the delivery fee. She said she'd see what she could do, I heard back from her a few minutes later, and the end of the story is that my bed is here and I'll be sleeping in it tonight.
I was so proud of myself. Old me would have accepted a later delivery and then cried about it but instead, I stood up for myself. I held this company accountable for what the services they'd promised. I'm not mad at them or anything, but at the same time I most definitely wanted to make sure they held up their end. I mean, I gave them my business and my money, and I wanted what I'd paid for. I think this is another change in my way of thinking: knowing the difference (both emotionally and otherwise) of being mad at/hating someone/being offended by someone, and holding them accountable/expecting them to do their jobs. Like when someone tells me I did something wrong at work, I don't end up thinking they totally hate me or whatever, and I don't take it personally--I just fix what I did wrong, remember to do it right the next time around, and remind myself that I'm still learning. And at the end of the day I still like all my co-workers. And by the same token, I know that if I ask someone to do something or suggest something to them, they aren't mad at me for doing so. Does that make sense?
Anyway, there are more ways I've stood up for myself recently, and it's a good feeling. A good good feeling.
Fail: Going to change at the gym and discovering that the black sports bra I'd thrown into my bag was, in fact, a pair of black panties that were apparently mixed in with my sports bras. So I didn't get my after work work out in and I was really, really disappointed. Sigh. I swear to God sometimes I just amaze myself! But it's a funny story and there's always tomorrow (I already made sure to put the correct under garment in my gym bag).
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Since I started my getting better journey, I've noticed some positive changes in myself. Some are really obvious--like that I don't want to kill myself anymore and I don't scream and yell and throw things every other day. Some, though, are less obvious and only occur to me when they pop up.
For example, I've noticed that my old door mat tendencies have gone away, and I'm no longer afraid to stand up for myself. I've stopped backing down from my opinions to make other people happy and avoid confrontation. I mean, obviously I'm not going around picking arguments with people, I just . . . I stand my ground now.
My bed was supposed to be delivered today. They were supposed to call me before they brought it (and then I was supposed to call Jerbs since she was the one home), but I never heard from them, and by the time I was on the bus home at almost 6 PM my bed still wasn't here. So I called and the girl basically said she'd meant to call me and let me know that they were going to have to move my delivery to tomorrow.
I told her that no one would be home tomorrow and that that was why I'd asked for Tuesday. She told me the bed wasn't ready; I told her they could deliver it on Thursday. I also told her--firmly--that I was told Tuesday, and that if I had to wait, I would expect a refund of the delivery fee. She said she'd see what she could do, I heard back from her a few minutes later, and the end of the story is that my bed is here and I'll be sleeping in it tonight.
I was so proud of myself. Old me would have accepted a later delivery and then cried about it but instead, I stood up for myself. I held this company accountable for what the services they'd promised. I'm not mad at them or anything, but at the same time I most definitely wanted to make sure they held up their end. I mean, I gave them my business and my money, and I wanted what I'd paid for. I think this is another change in my way of thinking: knowing the difference (both emotionally and otherwise) of being mad at/hating someone/being offended by someone, and holding them accountable/expecting them to do their jobs. Like when someone tells me I did something wrong at work, I don't end up thinking they totally hate me or whatever, and I don't take it personally--I just fix what I did wrong, remember to do it right the next time around, and remind myself that I'm still learning. And at the end of the day I still like all my co-workers. And by the same token, I know that if I ask someone to do something or suggest something to them, they aren't mad at me for doing so. Does that make sense?
Anyway, there are more ways I've stood up for myself recently, and it's a good feeling. A good good feeling.
1.31.2013
January's Over
Hard to believe it's the last day of January already. The month has flown by.
I think it's because of work. Having a regular schedule and less down time has left me with less time with nothing to do, if that makes sense. Lately my days are work, home, food, TV/Jerbs/whatever, sleep. I quite like it.
I do have to say that this week started out pretty badly. On Monday I woke up to about 2 inches of snow on the ground--and it was still snowing. Which meant thermal pants and snow boots . . . and somehow I ended up putting my snow boots one the wrong freaking feet. I have very basic snow boots and I never even realized they were made for specific feet--I thought they were just round and thus interchangeable. Apparently I've just always accidentally gotten it right in the past. (To be fair, I bought them like 5 months before I moved back to Kingman, so I haven't worn them a whole lot). Anyway, I felt super dumb, and of course I was running late so I had no time to fix them. So I had to run to the bus stop, through falling snow and a couple inches on the ground, in my boots that were on the wrong feet. Lovely, lovely way to start the day.
Then Tuesday morning, I woke up around 4:30 AM, got a drink of water, and went back to bed since my alarm was set for 6 AM. I woke up awhile later, looked at my phone, and it was 6:47. Genius me set my alarm but forgot to take the phone off vibrate. Durrr.
Thankfully, Wednesday and today started without any weirdness or disasters.
Work is still going well. I feel awkward sometimes--out of my league a little--but I'm still doing all right. I've realized that I definitely do work best when I'm left alone and can kind of think things out for myself without feeling nervous or pressured from being watched. The past few days have been good for that reason.
Today I got to post insurance checks by myself, and I got my own little A/R list to work. (A/R stands for accounts receivable and basically, it's a list of unpaid claims that need to be researched and hopefully resolved). It's probably the most challenging thing yet, not necessarily because it's hard, just because I don't know all the details of stuff. It takes me a while to figure out what to do, and then a while longer to figure out how to do it. I'm sure that as I get more used to doing it and all that, I'll be better and more comfortable with it.
I think that's about all I have to say for the moment. I'm so glad tomorrow's Friday!!
I think it's because of work. Having a regular schedule and less down time has left me with less time with nothing to do, if that makes sense. Lately my days are work, home, food, TV/Jerbs/whatever, sleep. I quite like it.
I do have to say that this week started out pretty badly. On Monday I woke up to about 2 inches of snow on the ground--and it was still snowing. Which meant thermal pants and snow boots . . . and somehow I ended up putting my snow boots one the wrong freaking feet. I have very basic snow boots and I never even realized they were made for specific feet--I thought they were just round and thus interchangeable. Apparently I've just always accidentally gotten it right in the past. (To be fair, I bought them like 5 months before I moved back to Kingman, so I haven't worn them a whole lot). Anyway, I felt super dumb, and of course I was running late so I had no time to fix them. So I had to run to the bus stop, through falling snow and a couple inches on the ground, in my boots that were on the wrong feet. Lovely, lovely way to start the day.
Then Tuesday morning, I woke up around 4:30 AM, got a drink of water, and went back to bed since my alarm was set for 6 AM. I woke up awhile later, looked at my phone, and it was 6:47. Genius me set my alarm but forgot to take the phone off vibrate. Durrr.
Thankfully, Wednesday and today started without any weirdness or disasters.
Work is still going well. I feel awkward sometimes--out of my league a little--but I'm still doing all right. I've realized that I definitely do work best when I'm left alone and can kind of think things out for myself without feeling nervous or pressured from being watched. The past few days have been good for that reason.
Today I got to post insurance checks by myself, and I got my own little A/R list to work. (A/R stands for accounts receivable and basically, it's a list of unpaid claims that need to be researched and hopefully resolved). It's probably the most challenging thing yet, not necessarily because it's hard, just because I don't know all the details of stuff. It takes me a while to figure out what to do, and then a while longer to figure out how to do it. I'm sure that as I get more used to doing it and all that, I'll be better and more comfortable with it.
I think that's about all I have to say for the moment. I'm so glad tomorrow's Friday!!
1.11.2013
Fuh.Ree.Zing. & Other Stuff From Today
First and foremost, it's cold. Really freaking cold. Jerbs and I were walking home from the bus stop at about 7:30 PM and it was 17 degrees out. I actually wore my thermal pants under my jeans today.
Besides the cold . . . let's see.
I had intended to go get my lab work done yesterday, after we picked up my application from MHC (my new place of employment) and had lunch. Halfway through lunch, though, I asked Jerbs if she had my lab order with her, since it had been in her bag last I'd known. She said she'd set it on the coffee table so I could hold on to it, which I didn't know. And there wasn't time to go all the way home, get the lab order, and make it to the lab before 4 (which is when they close).
So today I got up and left with Jerbs at a little after 7 AM, figuring I'd just get it out of the way. I had to stop at the ATM and take cash out of Jerbs' account, so my plan was to do that, have breakfast to break a couple twenties (if you pay cash you have to pay with exact change, and since medical prices reset at the first of the year, I didn't know exactly what I'd need). Well, not long after we got on the bus, I realized I'd forgotten the lab order. Again.
I went to the ATM and took out a little money (it was the ATM in Biff's so you can't do much with it), had breakfast, went home and got the lab order, stopped at the BoA ATM near the bus stop and took out the rest of the money, went to Safeway and broke another twenty, and then, finally, I got on the bus to the lab. Once I actually made it to the lab with my lab order, it was a super fast process. I think I was there for 7 minutes.
I came home and took a nap, during which I had a really, really, really bad dream that is still making me anxious even right now, which sucks.
I met Jerbs at the bus transfer station so we could go to the new WalMart* and do some grocery shopping. Because grocery shopping is good and having plenty of food to eat at home definitely keeps me from eating out as much.
The ride home sucked because a very drunk guy sat one seat away from Jerbs and me and continued to try to talk to us . . . even though we both completely ignored him. I eventually put in my earbuds and listened to music and Jerbs started reading on her Kindle . . . and in response, this guy started tapping me on the arm. At this point I was pissed, so we decided to move at the next stop . . . and wouldn't you know, that was the stop this douche got off at. Whatever, I was just relieved. I hate drunk people, because I absolutely see no point in getting that trashed and then bothering people on public transportation. And this guy smelled awful. He smelled like green bean casserole . . . if one of the key ingredients in green bean casserole was a quart of vodka. Sick.
So that was today. I'm relieved to have my lab work done. Now the next hurdle is postponing my appointment with my doctor, which I'm sure will make him just super happy. But the appointment is this coming Wednesday and there's a good chance that'll be my first or second day of work at MHC, and I want to make a good first impression.
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*Flagstaff has two WalMarts. The old one is not a super center so it only has a few groceries. The new one is a super center so it has a full grocery section.
Besides the cold . . . let's see.
I had intended to go get my lab work done yesterday, after we picked up my application from MHC (my new place of employment) and had lunch. Halfway through lunch, though, I asked Jerbs if she had my lab order with her, since it had been in her bag last I'd known. She said she'd set it on the coffee table so I could hold on to it, which I didn't know. And there wasn't time to go all the way home, get the lab order, and make it to the lab before 4 (which is when they close).
So today I got up and left with Jerbs at a little after 7 AM, figuring I'd just get it out of the way. I had to stop at the ATM and take cash out of Jerbs' account, so my plan was to do that, have breakfast to break a couple twenties (if you pay cash you have to pay with exact change, and since medical prices reset at the first of the year, I didn't know exactly what I'd need). Well, not long after we got on the bus, I realized I'd forgotten the lab order. Again.
I went to the ATM and took out a little money (it was the ATM in Biff's so you can't do much with it), had breakfast, went home and got the lab order, stopped at the BoA ATM near the bus stop and took out the rest of the money, went to Safeway and broke another twenty, and then, finally, I got on the bus to the lab. Once I actually made it to the lab with my lab order, it was a super fast process. I think I was there for 7 minutes.
I came home and took a nap, during which I had a really, really, really bad dream that is still making me anxious even right now, which sucks.
I met Jerbs at the bus transfer station so we could go to the new WalMart* and do some grocery shopping. Because grocery shopping is good and having plenty of food to eat at home definitely keeps me from eating out as much.
The ride home sucked because a very drunk guy sat one seat away from Jerbs and me and continued to try to talk to us . . . even though we both completely ignored him. I eventually put in my earbuds and listened to music and Jerbs started reading on her Kindle . . . and in response, this guy started tapping me on the arm. At this point I was pissed, so we decided to move at the next stop . . . and wouldn't you know, that was the stop this douche got off at. Whatever, I was just relieved. I hate drunk people, because I absolutely see no point in getting that trashed and then bothering people on public transportation. And this guy smelled awful. He smelled like green bean casserole . . . if one of the key ingredients in green bean casserole was a quart of vodka. Sick.
So that was today. I'm relieved to have my lab work done. Now the next hurdle is postponing my appointment with my doctor, which I'm sure will make him just super happy. But the appointment is this coming Wednesday and there's a good chance that'll be my first or second day of work at MHC, and I want to make a good first impression.
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*Flagstaff has two WalMarts. The old one is not a super center so it only has a few groceries. The new one is a super center so it has a full grocery section.
12.16.2012
Snow Angel Fail
Today Jerbs' cousin, Erika, and her boyfriend, Brad, came up to visit. One of the things they (well, Erika) wanted to was take a cute picture in the snow together to send with their Christmas cards. So we drove out to the pond near our place. The pond was partially frozen and a lot of the snow out there was untouched, and there were still a ton of ducks around! It was exciting.
So we traipsed around in the snow for awhile and talked to the ducks and took some pictures of Erika and Brad, and as we were walking back to the car, I just HAD to make a snow angel.
And I did. And the snow was really deep so getting up was difficult. And Brad and Erika and Jerbs all laughed at how snow covered I was and then we left.
We went to the mall, and at about our 3rd store, I wanted to text my sister.
My phone wasn't in my coat pocket, which was the last place I'd had it. It wasn't in my purse, either. And wouldn't you know it, it wasn't in the car either.
So we drove back out to the pond and sure enough, my phone was half buried in the middle of my snow angel. Thankfully the snow didn't do any damage to it, and it's fine. I was incredibly relieved.
Lesson learned: when making a snow angel, hand your phone to someone else.
So we traipsed around in the snow for awhile and talked to the ducks and took some pictures of Erika and Brad, and as we were walking back to the car, I just HAD to make a snow angel.
And I did. And the snow was really deep so getting up was difficult. And Brad and Erika and Jerbs all laughed at how snow covered I was and then we left.
We went to the mall, and at about our 3rd store, I wanted to text my sister.
My phone wasn't in my coat pocket, which was the last place I'd had it. It wasn't in my purse, either. And wouldn't you know it, it wasn't in the car either.
So we drove back out to the pond and sure enough, my phone was half buried in the middle of my snow angel. Thankfully the snow didn't do any damage to it, and it's fine. I was incredibly relieved.
Lesson learned: when making a snow angel, hand your phone to someone else.
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