I'm such a wild and crazy gal! Spent the entire evening at work folding. Gotta get out those new schedules, you know.

...And three hundred fifty schedules later...

What's really funny is that while I was folding the new schedules, I caught another mistake. It's just a typo (they spelled "hospital" hostipital), so I don't think they'll bother putting out all new schedules again. (They had better not, after I folded all those!) But still.

I had every intention today of waking up at a semi-reasonable hour and getting some errands done. I needed to do laundry and grocery shopping. I've been putting off my grocery shopping because of the dishes. I have lots and lots of dirty dishes piled up in the sink. Whenever the dishes get really bad, I play a little game with myself. I don't buy groceries until the dishes get done.

Well, my laziness and procrastination skills won out. After living for three days on water and really stale tortilla chips, ancient club crackers and some peanut butter, I decided I had to buy something to eat. I actually had food in the freezer, but it was "pieces" of meals. Like, frozen corn. Or soy bacon. Or lemon ice. All that stuff that was opened and stuck back in the freezer a few years ago. The stuff you can only recognize because the box still as a label.

I got the usual - bread, pop, cottage cheese, milk, orange juice, and apples. And I bought chili fixin's. I also have a really awesome coupon for $1 off instant hot dogs. (They come in individual hot dog condoms, and you throw them in the microwave and nuke them for 30 seconds. De-lish!) But I knew that if I got those all I'd eat for the next four days would be hotdogs. I have to get my body used to real food again before I do that.

Oooh! And I have to remember to save all my receipts from this store. If I save up $110 worth of cash register receipts, I get a $10 gift certificate!

Anyway, for all my good intentions last night, I never got the laundry done. At around 11am, I blearily stumbled out of bed and decided I didn't feel like gathering up all the socks from everywhere around the apartment. I suppose it can wait until this coming weekend. I'm not into an underwear crisis yet, and towels are pretty easy to fish out of the hamper and reuse. I might run out of shirts by Friday, though.

AND there's a semi-deadly virus or bacteria or something that I'm afraid I'm getting. Our Ops Manager's husband was put into the hospital Thursday because he was puking and had cramps and the runs and stuff. The Ops Manager came in Friday, but got sick over the weekend with the same thing and wasn't at work on Monday. And I feel - funny. My stomach isn't feeling right. I have that "You need to take a dump" feeling, but I don't have to go. And my stomach has been gurgling and burbling all evening.

Man! I really hope I don't get sick. I didn't mind getting sick at my last job (whenever I woke up sick, my first thought was always "Woohoo! Day off!"), but sick time isn't paid here. If I don't work, I don't get paid. frown And I really need the money.