.:reflections of twilight:.

I gotta say, I've been jumping through so many hoops these past few days, I feel like I should join a circus.

Apparently there are absolutely no records of me having gotten my MMR immunizations from when I went to undergrad. I know for certain I had boosters done in '99, but UCF doesn't keep records longer than seven years. Naturally I can't sign up for my final class unless I have this dealt with, as I explained in more detail in my last post.

We searched high and low (literally, since we have files both upstairs and in the basement) for these damn things, only to come up empty. So I thought I'd go and get the MMR Titer test done so that they can see that I did indeed get my immunizations, only to discover that they damn thing costs $107.00! Screw that!!

So, I thought I'd just bite the bullet and go to the Health Department and get immunized again so that there can be documentation that I'm not riddled with disease. I called them (which I loathe since I have to talk on the phone with my voice the way it is) and talked to someone who made me an 'appointment' for today at 9:00.

I show up, and after it took them awhile to even find me in the system (turns out whoever I talked to on the phone took down my birth date wrong), I discovered my appointment wasn't until TOMORROW at 9:00.

Now, I distinctly heard the lady on the phone say "Tuesday at 9:00", which I even put in my calendar on my phone so I'd remember. How the hell they had me down for tomorrow I'll never even know.

And now I have to traipse alllll the way back to the health department tomorrow to get injections which I've had twice already, then haul ass back to the school so that they can have documentation that I did all of this, just so I can FINALLY finish registering for classes and am eligible for the GA job I'm pretty sure is in the bag. That is, if this whole debacle hasn't sabotaged my chances.

*siiiiiiiiiigh*

I just gotta keep focus on the larger goal here, which is to get my Master's Degree and have a career that I actually might enjoy rather than a soul killing job.

Then I find out that the kid who shot up his school in Colorado this past week was looking for the school librarian... Fantastic.

Remind me not to head the debate team.

In better news, I did manage to get the Christmas tree up and decorated a mere eleven days before Christmas. Which means it'll probably stay up until April.



And no, it's not crooked. It's just the angle at which I took the picture.

I'll probably not be able to send out the letters until the New Year, since I need to buy ink so I can print them off. Maybe next year I can actually send out cards instead of lame-o letters...

Here I am, sitting on a sleeping bag atop my box spring because my umpteenth air mattress developed a massive air bubble which made sleeping pretty difficult. I had tried using another spare air mattress we had which developed a leak that I foolishly thought was fixed, but it took a few DVD episodes of 'That '70's Show' to prove otherwise.

So, since I have to wait a few weeks for my tax refund to come in where I shall be able to buy an actual mattress, I have resorted to the above configuration. This is not the first time I have had to sleep on a box spring. When we first moved down here, we had a bunk bed. Mom took the top mattress for the lower bunk and I had the box spring for the upper bunk. Not too bad, although I was only ten at the time and a lot more durable, so to speak. I do have my egg crate mattress pad underneath the sleeping bag, so that gives a little bit of cushioning. I shall pray for my return to come quickly so I can have an actual mattress again after SEVERAL years.

I am also joyfully involved in more work drama. The best kind!! /sarcasm

Anyhoodle, one of my co-workers is recently pregnant, and I don't know if it's the hormones or what, but she's become rather, well... bitchy. I mean, she's always been one to go off at a moment's notice over anything really. But this is the first one directed at me. Now, when I eat my lunch, I drink out of a plastic skull mug I had gotten for one Halloween one year. I use a skeleton straw to drink from. Sometime I do tend to slurp when I hit bottom, but I try not to do it too often. Last Tuesday, however, I must've done it waaaaay too many times (i.e. ONCE) and set off this particular co-worker. Basically she snapped at me.

Now, I understand that excessive drink slurpage can be cause for annoyance, and I do try not to do it often, but there had to be better ways to deal with the situation than fly off the handle like that. Sending an email, wording it a little more tactfully, ect. Basically it was pretty embarrassing for me since she did it in our office in front of all my other office mates, which I really think was uncalled for. But then, she never was one for discretion.

Now she's not even talking to me. I did apologize for the 'offense' and have even taken to eating my lunch elsewhere so I can slurp in peace if need be. I mean, I didn't think it was THAT big of an offense, but I guess so. I mean, she doesn't even acknowledge me when I greet everyone in the mornings. Whatevs. I'm trying to be Zen about the whole thing, but I flip back and forth between caring and not caring. I think my FIG rates are at an all time low right now.

Thank God I have an ally in there with me. My other co-worker/office mate was out for a few weeks following a neck surgery she had and previously mentioned co-worker was rude to her as well for no real reason. I mean, me I kind of get, but her? I have no clue. There are a bunch of children in there. So me and my ally email each other back and forth in order to have conversations with each other. Hell, no one else in there is talking to us, so we might as well join forces.

My one consolation is that the pregnant co-worker will be out on maternity leave come July, so that's one less stressor I have to worry about. I swear, all of this crap has brought my Anxiety Disorder back with a vengeance. A few times I had to hide in the bathroom in order to stave off a panic attack. Talk about awkward to have at work!

Makes me really look forward to the vacation Mom and I have planned for late October back to Tennessee. I think that is where our hearts truly lie. Now, if only we could get the money to move there permanently, we'd be all set.