Nine and a half-hour workday ahoy! Well, mostly. It starts in two hours. Um, does it seem wrong to anyone else that I'm a part time employee, and this is the second week in which I am working about 40 hours. And that this is the second day I will spend working 9 hours straight on my feet? Ok, I'm not saying this is the worst job ever, I'm not saying that other people don't have it worse, but shouldn't I at least be able to expect a regulation-like break at some point? Because that'd be super. Bleh, I'll just keep reminding myself that I only work Sunday and Wednesday of next week, and can fill myself up with sleep, food, and good theatre. And payday is tomorrow.
The Count of Monte Cristo is still awesome. Just wanted to let you all know.
My gyno appointment was odd. I mean, on the upside, I gained twenty pounds in the last year (huzzah!!!) and according to them, I also grew an inch and a half! So apparently I'm now 5' 1/2"! Whether or not I believe that, it's still super. My blood pressure I guess is way low: 96 over 62. Should I be alarmed? But it was just odd, because during the breast exam (for lumps) the gyno just gets this odd look on her face and asks:
"Did you used to be heaver?"
"No. They're just huge. Bras are forty dollars a pop, you know."
"Yeesh. I suppose it runs in your family, then?"
"Um, kind of."
"Well, we're going to write down that you're getting some mild back and shoulder pain, just so you have some documentation in case you want a reduction later."
"Killer."
Later, as I put my feet into the stirrups:
"Oh, wow, look at your feet! What's up with that?"
"I don't know. They [my toes] have been that way all my life. The doctors when I was born said that I'd not be able to walk quite right."
"That was stupid of them. Gosh, it's like *these* are paired, and *these* are paired!"
"Yeah, I kind of figure it's like there are bones missing."
"They're like midget toes!"
I grinned, but as I scooted my way forward on the little chair/bed thingy, I swore to myself that if the next thing I heard from her as she spread my legs was "Oh wow!" I was walking the fuck out of there.
The Count of Monte Cristo is still awesome. Just wanted to let you all know.
My gyno appointment was odd. I mean, on the upside, I gained twenty pounds in the last year (huzzah!!!) and according to them, I also grew an inch and a half! So apparently I'm now 5' 1/2"! Whether or not I believe that, it's still super. My blood pressure I guess is way low: 96 over 62. Should I be alarmed? But it was just odd, because during the breast exam (for lumps) the gyno just gets this odd look on her face and asks:
"Did you used to be heaver?"
"No. They're just huge. Bras are forty dollars a pop, you know."
"Yeesh. I suppose it runs in your family, then?"
"Um, kind of."
"Well, we're going to write down that you're getting some mild back and shoulder pain, just so you have some documentation in case you want a reduction later."
"Killer."
Later, as I put my feet into the stirrups:
"Oh, wow, look at your feet! What's up with that?"
"I don't know. They [my toes] have been that way all my life. The doctors when I was born said that I'd not be able to walk quite right."
"That was stupid of them. Gosh, it's like *these* are paired, and *these* are paired!"
"Yeah, I kind of figure it's like there are bones missing."
"They're like midget toes!"
I grinned, but as I scooted my way forward on the little chair/bed thingy, I swore to myself that if the next thing I heard from her as she spread my legs was "Oh wow!" I was walking the fuck out of there.
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and funny story! heh.