Friday night I had an ill customer come up on me and required help. When I got home I spent my blog time emptying out my pockets and washing everything I had worn. I didn't sleep well but I did get a good nap just now when I got home from work Saturday.
Work was OK both nights. I didn't have a problem with the one associate, apparently I am "on" again and in her good graces which I will enjoy as long as I have them.
Today was busy, I don't mind that. I had a disabled customer, he had a shuffle as he walked and was very, extremely, profane. He stole something and his wife said it was "Walmart's fault". They were very abusive to me and I was nothing but nice to them, thinking how hard it is to care for a disabled loved one. They repaid it poorly.
I got out on time. It was raining and very cold so I took the cab home, don't regret that. I took a 2 hour nap which was great. That would have been my commute time.
My stomach has been irritating me the last few days. Not "I'm getting sick from the guy I encountered the other night" but just "Damn those meds are irritating". I wonder how many patients on my medication cocktail end up with ulcers.
My job is not stressful enough I've got stomach trouble, but I have had stomach issues since I started my regime back in 2006. I will figure it out. I am taking probiotics.
I had 3-4 cats in my bed during the nap, they weren't going out in the weather. I checked the mail when I got up (wearing my sweats and an oversized tshirt, with my slip on shoes and a jacket). I had some junk mail, including an "Extremely Urgent" letter addressed to Ron I could tell was from a Home Warranty company.
The way I see it if home warranties were any good they wouldn't need to trick people into signing up. I also got a letter from the Harris County Tax Assessor. I was a little worried about that, opened it up, it is a letter to "Estate of Ron ___ and Heather ___". saying I don't owe them anything. What a waste. I will give it to my aunt.
Apparently the Tax Assessor hasn't yet figured out Ron's estate left me the house and I am the sole legal owner. I'm sure they will, eventually.
I finished the laundry. Last night I took everything off when I got home, emptied the pockets, and washed it all on the spot as I did not want to catch whatever made that man vomit. I dried my vest and jacket last night but the rest of it still had to take a run through the dryer. So that's happening now.
I have also felt colder than I would like, lying in bed, so I got out my extra blanket and washed it. It is waiting to go in the dryer. It is polyester so it should dry pretty quick.
Did I ever tell you the story of the time Ron set his hair on fire? We lived in CA, this was about 1993. We had an upstairs neighbor with a new baby. The baby cried all night (as they do) and that really sort of sealed it for me that I did not want my own infant. We had to move the bed into the living room. We had a cheap polyester blanket that had a lot of fuzzballs. We had gotten up and dressed. Ron had gotten ahold of a little weed and had his pipe and lighter in his pocket (I was never interested in pot).
I noticed Ron had a lot of lint balls in his hair from the blanket so I sat behind him on the bed and began plucking them. Ron got a little offended. All of a sudden Ron's hair erupted in flames! I screamed and he began slapping at it.
He had a big ugly comb over and it was burned to a cinder. Ashes everywhere. The apartment STANK.
I asked Ron what had happened and he said he thought he would spook me by flicking the lighter near my fingers as I plucked the lint. But it backfired and caught the comb over on fire. He had to take a shower, wash his clothes, and open a window but we got the stench out. Then he looked at his hair. No more comb over! What was he going to do?
I told him to brush it straight back and he did that, the next day at work everyone complimented his hair so he continued doing that right up until he died.
I will say, I laughed so hard I wet myself, once I knew he was OK.
That's it for now.
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