propanol, dieting and other slow deaths

Okay. I'm a bit on the chubby side. I get it. No need to point it out to this chunky monkey. But hey, it's not like I sit on the couch for hours on end shoveling down endless bits of junk food. I exercise watch what I eat and (tragically enough)watch the scale rise.

So to you dear audience- I pour my sorrows. Rather than reaching for that oh so trusty bag of flips; I get my fingers typing.

This has been the year for the worse migraines ever. You know those one that people get hospitalized for, and they think they just might not walk out alive. Yeah. Those lovely motherfuckers. I get them. I always figured that half of people think that migraines are just really bad head aches. Reality check. They aren't. They can make you go blind and effect other motor functions. Try watching a customers face as you start to lose the ability to control motor functions. Like... I dunno... the ability to talk? Or worse... Cue farting noise. <-- best case senario.

So they put me on propanol. I hate it. hate. hate. hate it. Side effects include but not limited too : Propranolol is generally well tolerated, and side effects are mild and transient. Rare side effects include abdominal cramps, diarrhea, constipation, fatigue, insomnia, nausea, depression, dreaming, memory loss, fever, impotence, lightheadedness, slow heart rate, low blood pressure, numbness, tingling, cold extremities, sore throat, and shortness of breath or wheezing.

Did I mention its suppose to help P.T.S.D (post traumatic stress disorder)?

Yeah.
That's what I needed. A giant batch of more weight gain, memory loss and a horrid case of the shits. Thank you medical community. You did us migrainers a solid.

Now, I guess you're wondering why I haven't gone to the doc to get off this. Simple, hospital visits (for cripling pain) have dried up all my insurance and if I just stop using the drug. I could die. So here is the plan. One call to the doc to get off this and a trip to the herbalogist.

I don't like shoving pills in my body. it doesn't seem natural. It seems like a bad idea to mess with homeostasis with out finding out the source first.

So, I log off dear (albeit tiny) audience to exercise futilely. If that doesn't work, I'm going to blow up my scale and blame it the meds... one plus side right?

Reason number two

Reason #2:
Smelly customers

My dear readers, this is one of the most wide spanning problems across the company. It is the revenge of the stinky customer. There are consumers who smell so bad; I have nearly violently puked all over them.

I find myself wondering what could possibly be making that awful of a smell. Some of them are not bad until you get close to them. Then, like some awful scaled creature from the abyss… it lurks out from the darkness leaving only a trail of stenches of death. Ever see the swamp thing? http://roberthood.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/swamp_thing.jpg . Yeah, something like that. Well at least that is what I would like to picture behind them. Because no one ever wants to know that they smell that bad.

I sometimes sit and wonder what the hell could be making that smell. I think that there is nothing that could possibly make that smell. I try to keep playing “what’s that smell?” while not throwing up all over them. How could you not notice that people are making funny faces around you? How could you not notice people walking away from you? How could you not notice that acrid smell? I ask you readers, why?

Just when you think it couldn’t get any worse, they treat you as if you are the trash melt. They are snotty and mean to you. I had one of them think it was okay to grab my ribs and shake me. I couldn’t get the smell out of my outfit and spent the rest of my night dosing myself with febreeze.



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Reason number one

Reason number one:
This job sucks.
Lame, right? But bear with me there is a reason behind this one. Over the weekend, I was told about how much my job sucks, why my job suck and flat out finding constant reasons as to why my why job sucks.
Honestly, I need anyone what so ever to tell me how much my job sucks.
Customer : “it must really suck working weekends”
My reply: “Could be worse right?”
My thoughts: “well, duh. Did you come up with this all on your own? Man, your mama must be proud!”
Customer: “What are you doing (insert ambiguous holiday here)?”
My reply; “I’ll be here all day.”
My thoughts: “I’m working to serve your ass, what does it look I’m like I’m doing? “
Their reply: “Wow that really sucks not spending time with your family or friends.”
I will just nod. What can you say to that? Oh yeah- “It’s a living.”
Customer: “ How much does your life suck?”
My reply: “Really? Did you really say that?”
Customer: “Yup. I did”
My thoughts: “Why are you even here, don’t you have anyone else to make miserable?”
They come in suits and flannel and they always find some reason to tell you how much your job sucks. Any thoughts?

Can someone write a list on why they should quit their job?

By: E.C.Hinrichs

Over the weekend I came up with a very interesting theory. Everyone has a bad day at work. I am privy to that first hand. So, I figured that if I came up with at least 100 reasons, it would be time to start looking for a new job.

So, I kept a pen and a piece of paper on me and wrote a list. Before the weekend was out, I came up with 200 reasons. It spanned 5 pages. I figured there was noway (no way in HELL) I could possibly come up with 100 reasons but before the Friday night was out I realized how close I was to the end. By Saturday, I reached my goal and decided to keep going.

I realize that maybe I am embittered or possibly jaded by my lengthy career in customer service. And yes, I know I knit pick people. But let’s be honest here people- if you were in my shoes, so would you. The lengthy list of people I see on a daily basis are enough for any sane person to go to extreme bounds to get out their pressure (like blogging perhaps?)

I will blog every reason on my list, EVERY single reason and the story behind it.