"Zombie", not The Cranberries but Me

After Memorial Day weekend shouldn't I be well rested? Yeah, not so much. I spent Friday night and Saturday at Mikes, closed BBW Saturday night and pretty much Sunday and Monday were spent at my apt with god knows how many people drinking and drinking and drinking. We grilled out Monday night in the rain which was total Ohio-Style of grilling. Ha. It was great. John makes the best freaking chicken wings. I even eat them!! OFF THE BONE!! If you know me (and you should if you're reading this) you know that's a big deal for me.

So last night I made sure I stopped drinking somewhat early and headed to bed by about midnight, I think. I don't know, I was drunk. That didn't work out well. I proceeded to text in bed until about 0230 and then moved to my computer. Well, the power went out about 0400 so I had to go back to texting on my phone. The power came back on, I took a shower and text'd until about 0430 I think. I took it upon myself to blame the power outage on my sleeping in and showing up to work 45 minutes late. I NEED SLEEP!

I worked all day at the bank. Took three different calls from BBW people while I was at the bank. Heh. When the managers call you for info, there's something wrong when you make a pitiful $x.oo / hour. Anyway, I came home after taking Laci to the airport and it looks like a monster threw up ALL OVER MY KITCHEN. Literally. The sink, the counters, my toaster, my coffee pot and my floor are covered in sandy greasy water ... with chunks. John was pissed and went to get some fast food for dinner because our place smells like puke. At this point I went on to BBW. I worked about 5 hours and almost had to run to the ER. I am so clumsy it's not even funny.

Ok, The June sale is about to start at BBW and just to put things into perspective on a normal non-sale day we get maybe 20-40 boxes of shipment. Today we got 180. 1-8-0. And I didn't have a partner in crime to help me.

I am the best and fastest at doing shipment (yeah, I said that) because I've been doing it so long and I'm anal about the organization of the back room. I'm trying to hurry to get this shit done and climbing up ladders that aren't open all the way and balancing on boxes and moving fast without closing my box cutter.

Mistake #1 was me grabbing a box of shower gel that was on a pile higher than my head and not making sure the lower boxes were stable before I turned. Just as I turned the whole tower of heavy ass boxes fell and smashed into my ribs. The ribs themselves don't hurt as much as my skin is raw from sliding cardboard on it. Yippie, we're having fun now!!

Mistake #2 was climbing up the ladder with it just balancing on the shelves and not open. I was throwing boxes that someone was handing me but had my razor blade in my hand. I lost my balance and it was either me fall or drop the box but I tired not to do both and as I went to grab the box it slid under my face and when I grabbed it the box cutter went into and across my neck.

Let me tell you - that feels fantastic. It's burning and itching right now because you know how much cardboard itches?? I screamed because I thought I was falling and then was pissed b.c my neck was burning. And my back hurts because I tensed up. LOL, yeah, Mike I'm complaining.

I also have a nice slice on my right hand from trying to cut with my left hand. Me trying to do anything with my left hand is like watching a handicapped person do it.

I came home to a very nice surprise. A very heavy bleach smell and John is cleaning up the kitchen and running the dishwasher. Well as nice as that was for me, Paul came home (he lives downstairs) and I guess what we're dealing with up here is double down there. He was droppin' the "F" bomb like crazy and he's pissed. He's telling the apt people tomorrow that he needs a new apt. He was told by the plummer today that nothing can be done, it's an old building and it is what it is. I went down and looked at his kitchen and it's just as nasty as our but sadly it flooded his whole bedroom. His bed is wet and the whole floor / carpet is disgusting.

(on an unrelated note, Mike, Paul has this "Fat Tire" tin sign hanging in his kitchen)

He was also told to not use his toilet and/or shower. LOL I'm giving him my key in the morning when I go to work to use my bathroom. Poor guy. How are you going to tell someone they can't use their bathroom and that you can't fix it?? Where's he supposed to go?? He said to not be offended if we go outside and he's "going" out there. LOL

Anyway, I talk way too much when I'm sleepy. Jody left last night and I've heard from him a couple times today already so that's nice to know he's safe. I was planning on reading tonight and going to sleep but I think I'm just going to lick my wounds and pass out.

Bath and Body Works can kiss my butt if they think I'm answering the phone tomorrow. Sorry boutcha bad luck, Mike will be there and I fully trust him with MY backroom.

*kssschk* Over.