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papiiiiiiin
Mar. 23rd, 2007 09:20 amHmm. Hmmmmmmmm. Anyone on the ol' F-list have a Papin? Cuz I'm thisclose to buying her, but the outfit makes the baby impy cry in agony for the most part. So I'm still undecided. On the other hand, I've been kicking myself for not snagging her back in the preorder day, and that's been months and months. Also, I realized that unless something magically changes for either Alte or Blanche, I'll be three months without a Pullip. Which should mean nothing since I'm thisclose to it being 40 or so of them, but still. Three. MONTHS.
So. Hmm.
I shall now babble about work, just a little.
Yesterday's throwaway comment about headache meds was serious. I did need to take something, only I didn't because I am an idiot. So I went to bed with a slight headache and woke up at dinner to a dull throb, and when I woke up for work, it was as if my right eye was trying desperately to melt out of my skull. Not. Fun. I get to work and I drug myself once I realize the pain isn't going away. I wait and I wait, and I wait. [I should point out that stress, annoyance, and having my hair pulled back oddly probably all factored in to cause this, plus I'd gone too long without my drug of choice.]
It gets so bad that I seriously think about greeting K at the door with a "Hiiiiiii! I'm gonna go call home, beg boss-type to kill me now, and go home, kay?" sort of greeting. About two seconds before I actually make a move in the direction of the phone to ask boss-man if it's okay, he appears. With the reset in hand. The drug wall reset.
They finally figured out what to do with the extra three feet of space and it was all mine. Mine, I say!
Yes, I actually like destroying a section of the store and then building it back to something that resembles order. Unless shelves must be moved. I hate that. Otherwise, seriously, gimme the reset and let me go nuts.
Considering I'd been handed the blasted thing twice before, this was my shot.
Of course, the mere fact that I had to walk around with my hand shielding my right eye was probably a sign that the drugs were not working.
Annnnnnnnnnd I then spent the rest of the night working my arse off. The headache eventually died around 2am, but for awhile I thought I might just have to gouge my eye out with a spork, or hide in the dark bathroom and kill anyone who tried to enter.
Sooooo. Papin?
So. Hmm.
I shall now babble about work, just a little.
Yesterday's throwaway comment about headache meds was serious. I did need to take something, only I didn't because I am an idiot. So I went to bed with a slight headache and woke up at dinner to a dull throb, and when I woke up for work, it was as if my right eye was trying desperately to melt out of my skull. Not. Fun. I get to work and I drug myself once I realize the pain isn't going away. I wait and I wait, and I wait. [I should point out that stress, annoyance, and having my hair pulled back oddly probably all factored in to cause this, plus I'd gone too long without my drug of choice.]
It gets so bad that I seriously think about greeting K at the door with a "Hiiiiiii! I'm gonna go call home, beg boss-type to kill me now, and go home, kay?" sort of greeting. About two seconds before I actually make a move in the direction of the phone to ask boss-man if it's okay, he appears. With the reset in hand. The drug wall reset.
They finally figured out what to do with the extra three feet of space and it was all mine. Mine, I say!
Yes, I actually like destroying a section of the store and then building it back to something that resembles order. Unless shelves must be moved. I hate that. Otherwise, seriously, gimme the reset and let me go nuts.
Considering I'd been handed the blasted thing twice before, this was my shot.
Of course, the mere fact that I had to walk around with my hand shielding my right eye was probably a sign that the drugs were not working.
Annnnnnnnnnd I then spent the rest of the night working my arse off. The headache eventually died around 2am, but for awhile I thought I might just have to gouge my eye out with a spork, or hide in the dark bathroom and kill anyone who tried to enter.
Sooooo. Papin?
