Bawdy Blossoms

I have heartburn so bad right now. And that’s all I had to say. I didn’t think of a question before I clicked write an entry because stomach acid has eaten away at my esophogus and is now munching my brain.

I guess the best way I can turn this into a question is to say that I’m a hypochondriac. The first tickle in my throat and I assume it’s deadly Ebola. My sister is the opposite. She could have a tumor the size of aVW Beetle growing out of her cheek and she’d say it was just a zit.

When it comes to your health do you assume the best or the worst? Do you go to the doctor or wait until it goes away on it’s own?

Ok so I had something posted here and deleted it. I thought “hey this is anonymous so go nuts! Spill your secrets baby!” but then I just couldn’t go through with it. Too personal too soon I guess.
So a second, less personally identifying try:

I’ll begin with work.
I took this job in a new city for personal instead of professional reasons. Even though it’s a promotion from where I was at before, I didn’t and still don’t want to do this job. I’m basically the new office Complaint Department. You would think a group of adults would be able to go one. damn. day. without tattle-telling on each other and talking shit but no! They can’t!
So-and-so is making personal calls on her desk phone!
So-and-so already took her lunch break but now has her phone on Do Not Disturb and is eating at her desk. And it smells terrible!
So-and-so rolled his eyes when I asked him to report to me in writing how he planned his contribution to this project. I can’t work with him.
I’m stunned at how childish these people are. I’m brand new here and all I get are people knocking on my door to give me heads up warnings about people they hate. Grow up! I spent my lunch hour kvetching on the phone to my mom and eating snacks out of the vending machines in the back. They have one full of ice cream snacks. I’m going to gain weight on this job. Or lose my damn mind.

Home is much better though. I’m relieved at how similar the new place looks to the photos posted online, since I put my deposit down without getting to check it out in person because of the time crunch. I could have been stuck with a total pit. My family saw it when they moved me in and, everything but the busted back toilet was met with approval. And the toilet will be fixed tomorrow. The second bedroom isn’t big but it’s sunny and there’s a built in window seat that is cause for excitement lol. I’ll expound on that later.

I was pumped this morning to discover that my work computer does not block this site! They block Facebook and Twitter and even the lottery numbers if you can believe that! Lol I guess they don’t want the winner quitting midshift. ;)
So I got to wondering:
Do you ever log on at work?
Do you feel comfortable that some IT guy isn’t reading every word you type as you type it? (Did that just make you feel paranoid?)
How would you feel if it turned out that I work in the same office you do, that you know me? Would you feel uncomfortable here now that it’s not anonymous and you have to see me grinning from my desk and eating my stinky popcorn 2 cubicles over from you? Or would you be excited to have this site in common with someone so familiar? Might that be the start of a secret club in the office? Perhaps with a secret handshake?