*groans*
It's gonna be one of those weeks, isn't it?
Sunday morning I woke up, reached for my glasses and had to bite the pillow to keep from screaming in agony. I have no freaking idea what happened. I haven't fallen down. No one hit me with anything. I didn't even carry anything heavy. But sometime between me going to bed on Saturday and waking up on Sunday, something happened to my right shoulder. Strong painkillers and an aromatherapy heat pad are helping, but I can't move my shoulder. The lower half of my arm is fine, which is how come I can type (and how come I couldn't skip a day of work). I don't know if it's getting better or if that's just the codeine.
This afternoon we had a meeting with the divisional director, which I had organised (as in booked the room, set the agenda and told everyone when to show up). We get to the room - and the lights aren't working. I should explain. 95% of the lights in our office building are on sensors - they come on automatically when someone enters the room and click off when they think there's no one there. (Which means if you're working early or late, you have to wave or stand up every five minutes or so...but that's another story). The small number of lights that aren't on sensors are all - so far as I know - in rooms with no windows, where the couple of seconds it takes the system to notice you're in the room would be dangerous. So this meeting room should have had auto-lights. But we walked into the room and we were still in semi-darkness. So we looked for a light switch. None of us could find one. So we had our meeting in the dark. No big, and no one blamed me, but still...I had to pick the one room in the building with no lights!
And when I went to post all my Christmas cards...I got a real twit at the post office counter. He made me weigh each of my cards individually, even though I assured him they're all the same. Which, okay, maybe that's procedure. But I had seven cards all going to various states in the USA and he looked up the postal rate for each one. As if it might be different! Grr. Consequently what should have taken five minutes at most took long enough for me to miss my bus home and...
Sigh. And it's only Monday.
I am home now. I am going to watch Dexter, and if my shoulder holds out, post the next chapter of my SPN fic.
How was your day?
Sunday morning I woke up, reached for my glasses and had to bite the pillow to keep from screaming in agony. I have no freaking idea what happened. I haven't fallen down. No one hit me with anything. I didn't even carry anything heavy. But sometime between me going to bed on Saturday and waking up on Sunday, something happened to my right shoulder. Strong painkillers and an aromatherapy heat pad are helping, but I can't move my shoulder. The lower half of my arm is fine, which is how come I can type (and how come I couldn't skip a day of work). I don't know if it's getting better or if that's just the codeine.
This afternoon we had a meeting with the divisional director, which I had organised (as in booked the room, set the agenda and told everyone when to show up). We get to the room - and the lights aren't working. I should explain. 95% of the lights in our office building are on sensors - they come on automatically when someone enters the room and click off when they think there's no one there. (Which means if you're working early or late, you have to wave or stand up every five minutes or so...but that's another story). The small number of lights that aren't on sensors are all - so far as I know - in rooms with no windows, where the couple of seconds it takes the system to notice you're in the room would be dangerous. So this meeting room should have had auto-lights. But we walked into the room and we were still in semi-darkness. So we looked for a light switch. None of us could find one. So we had our meeting in the dark. No big, and no one blamed me, but still...I had to pick the one room in the building with no lights!
And when I went to post all my Christmas cards...I got a real twit at the post office counter. He made me weigh each of my cards individually, even though I assured him they're all the same. Which, okay, maybe that's procedure. But I had seven cards all going to various states in the USA and he looked up the postal rate for each one. As if it might be different! Grr. Consequently what should have taken five minutes at most took long enough for me to miss my bus home and...
Sigh. And it's only Monday.
I am home now. I am going to watch Dexter, and if my shoulder holds out, post the next chapter of my SPN fic.
How was your day?