I don’t feel well this morning. I felt kinda ugh yesterday but I chalked that up to overwork. I worked 14 hours yesterday. I was scheduled for 10 hours so I was expecting that. But then I had to stay for 4 more. That was unexpected. I wasn’t thrilled and I wasn’t feeling great. It was supposed to be my day off, but my day off always get screwed up. (Yes, I did complain and I was bitchy. Sorry, you would, too, if every Friday at 5 pm you were told, “Nope! You gotta stay til 10!”) As I talked yesterday, I found myself hating the sound of my own voice. I use a headset at work and my voice was bouncing back into my own ear and I was so fed up with it. 14 hours of BLAH, BLAH, BLAH and OMG! It is monotonous! I’m like, “Damnation! I am sick of myself and how freaking nice I sound! I do not feel this nice!” Who knew I could get sick of myself?! And my voice? OMG! Twang! I like my Southern twang usually, but yesterday? Hell no! I get twangier when I get tired. Who knew my drawl could D-R-A-W-W-W-L? It can.
So this morning I woke up with a fever, coughing, sniffly and no voice. I use my voice constantly. I can’t talk. I can strain, but it hurts. So pretty much NADA. I am on-call until Wednesday morning. This is NOT good. I just got a co-worker to take the on-call for today. I have to go to a meeting this afternoon with other supervisors and I am going to ask another to take Tuesday just in case because I am not sure what is happening with my throat and if/when I can talk. I may have to call out sick because if I can’t talk I can’t do my job.
So now back to something food-related…the other day I wanted a chicken sandwich and a frou-frou salad for work. It was the night that I was going to work so long. I figured if I was working so long I deserved a grilled chicken salad and a funky, frou-frou salad. So I go to Wendy’s and order. “It’s going to take 11 minutes for your sandwich.” That’s what they told me. Were they trying to deter me from getting food? I got there early because I know they are slow so I said that was fine. I mean, are they chasing the chicken, killing it, plucking it, and then cooking it? So they hand me a soda out the window with NO straw and then ask me to pull into a parking space and wait. So I wait and wait and wait. I waited 20 minutes and they bring food. By this time, I am going to be late for work. Thankfully work is 3 minutes down the road. I get to work and look in the bag. My healthy dinner is not so healthy! I now have this baked potato drenched in some fake-ass cheese crap and a whole lot of it. I tried to wipe it off but that didn’t work. Then I got this salad with spicy chicken that burned my mouth. The food was less expensive than what I paid for. I called Wendy’s and let them know I was angry. It took a while to get through. I guess others were angry, too. But this just really bothered me. I TRIED to do the right thing. I really did. But because I got screwed over and couldn’t really leave to rectify it, I was stuck with nasty food and 14 hours of work. Thankfully I did have some yogurt at work. I also had some Italian dressing which toned down the salad a little, but it wasn’t really good.
So do you ever feel like no matter how hard you try that it just isn’t working? I mean, I realize there wasn’t that much effort in it. But I had good intentions! I was going to do the right thing for a change! I really was. I wasn’t going to eat the bad foods. I was going to eat something decent for a change.
- Yes, Salads Really Do Help With Weight Loss (atlantablackstar.com)
- Fast food: 5 ways to healthier meals (mytechnologyworld9.blogspot.com)
- Meal Planning Monday 14th January 2013 (mummysknee.com)