Pop quiz - What's a pedestrian?
Aaaaah...today was my Thursday.
It was actually a good Thursday.
Yesterday was...awful? It was okay until my wonderful, brilliant, loving friend asked me how I was doing. For some reason that begun a huge downward spiral of negative and self-centered lame.
It was all cured when my friend Thom-Lynx and I decided to have a sleep over though. Much fun and silliness ensued at his place. It all ended with me doing the potty dance in a shower room without a toilet and then locking myself IN the bathroom with a toilet and no shower.
But don't worry, after attempting to McGyver my way out of the bathroom with the end of my tongue scraper and then a flimsy blue pen, I stuck my head/top half out of the bathroom window and sought help and then knocked on the bathroom wall next to Thom-Lynx's until he got up and let me out of the bathroom - with now shower but a toilet...and no DOORKNOB on the door. le sigh.
Magnificently I was NOT late for work either! Yay me.
Because...while trapped in the bathroom with no shower...I realized i had left my cell phone in the bed next to Thom-Lynx. Which meant I wouldn't have been able to call into work late due to being stuck in bathroom. Would have been a travesty, folks.
And then work was busy good. We had a woman call in sick for swing shift so day shift had to get as many of the consumer activities done as possible. Which was crazy but fun.
Oh...and one of my guys decided to dress up for the army - he's fixated on joining up these days - by putting BLACK shoe polish all over his face. So, I'm in the office writing fanfiction when I hear, "Hey Trina, want to come see my Army outfit? *Katrina gets up and walks out of office to see consumer with a BIG grin on his face...wait...his black face. Wait...he's white. But with the black...freeze...panic...Um...wait...what!?...maintain composure....shit. "Um, so what'd you use to do that, Buddy?"
"Ah, shoe polish."
"Oh." *blank stare. And double shit.* "You know that might cause a rash...why don't you wash it off so we can get to your doctor's appointment." that's in a HALF HOUR.
"Okay!"
And then I go back to actually working and filling out clincial books and new behavior tracking for this guy.
Few minutes later, "It's not coming off."
*facepalm* to *head desk*
Of course it's not. "Try using more soap."
fifteen minutes later it thankfully came off.
My response, "You know, we can get you actual face stuff from the store if you want to camaflouge your face, Bud."
"Oh yeah? Good Idea!"
Um. Yeah. *blink*
My job, ladies and gentlemen.
It was actually a good Thursday.
Yesterday was...awful? It was okay until my wonderful, brilliant, loving friend asked me how I was doing. For some reason that begun a huge downward spiral of negative and self-centered lame.
It was all cured when my friend Thom-Lynx and I decided to have a sleep over though. Much fun and silliness ensued at his place. It all ended with me doing the potty dance in a shower room without a toilet and then locking myself IN the bathroom with a toilet and no shower.
But don't worry, after attempting to McGyver my way out of the bathroom with the end of my tongue scraper and then a flimsy blue pen, I stuck my head/top half out of the bathroom window and sought help and then knocked on the bathroom wall next to Thom-Lynx's until he got up and let me out of the bathroom - with now shower but a toilet...and no DOORKNOB on the door. le sigh.
Magnificently I was NOT late for work either! Yay me.
Because...while trapped in the bathroom with no shower...I realized i had left my cell phone in the bed next to Thom-Lynx. Which meant I wouldn't have been able to call into work late due to being stuck in bathroom. Would have been a travesty, folks.
And then work was busy good. We had a woman call in sick for swing shift so day shift had to get as many of the consumer activities done as possible. Which was crazy but fun.
Oh...and one of my guys decided to dress up for the army - he's fixated on joining up these days - by putting BLACK shoe polish all over his face. So, I'm in the office writing fanfiction when I hear, "Hey Trina, want to come see my Army outfit? *Katrina gets up and walks out of office to see consumer with a BIG grin on his face...wait...his black face. Wait...he's white. But with the black...freeze...panic...Um...wait...what!?...maintain composure....shit. "Um, so what'd you use to do that, Buddy?"
"Ah, shoe polish."
"Oh." *blank stare. And double shit.* "You know that might cause a rash...why don't you wash it off so we can get to your doctor's appointment." that's in a HALF HOUR.
"Okay!"
And then I go back to actually working and filling out clincial books and new behavior tracking for this guy.
Few minutes later, "It's not coming off."
*facepalm* to *head desk*
Of course it's not. "Try using more soap."
fifteen minutes later it thankfully came off.
My response, "You know, we can get you actual face stuff from the store if you want to camaflouge your face, Bud."
"Oh yeah? Good Idea!"
Um. Yeah. *blink*
My job, ladies and gentlemen.