One would think that I would be a skinny minnie by now. I eat hardly anything, what I do eat usually doesn't stay down (thanks to my hiatal hernia), and I walk my pooch several times a day. But alas, it seems my body has turned against me and I continue to grow ever larger (at least in my eyes). My doctor swears I'm losing weight, but really, I don't think I am. I think his scales are just crazy. But, he won't allow me to consider anything like a weight loss supplement, surgery, or anything like that. According to him, I'm losing a small, steady amount of weight and that is just fine.
Sure it's just fine - if you happen to only be 20-50lbs overweight. I am not. By the time this "small, steady" amount of weight has me losing enough to satisfy the medical commuity, I'll probably be either dead, or 80 years old. But, I suppose we will see how everything works out. After all, if my doctor won't give me any extra assistance, it isn't like I'm going to get it from anywhere else!
So my landlord calls me at 12:30PM and says that I have to get my cat and dog out of my apartment by 3PM because I've been evicted and the sheriff will be there to put my stuff on the street. #1, in Iowa, the sheriff will do no more than remove the PEOPLE from the property, they won't take anything out of the property. #2, you said that the sheriff wanted access to the property? Why? They can't legally touch anything in the apartment. The only thing they can do is make sure I am not there. #3, you tell me to put anything I want to keep in a closet and you'll let me have it? Yeah right! I may not be smart enough to come up with new and working treatments for Mesothelioma, but I know better than that! You just want to have all the stuff that would be worth selling (in your opinion) in the closet so you can take it and sell it.
The whole thing is, they knew I've been sick, I was paying them all that I had to pay them every time I got a paycheck (read, paying them my ENTIRE paycheck) and then when I say I'll pay $100 (all I had) on my past due with them today, they said just to keep it, I might need it. Whatever. All I can say is your apartment wasn't worth the rent you charged and frankly, I hope you have fun when I call the city to report all the lovely stuff that I told you was wrong with the apartment that YOU NEVER FIXED. ;)
(Just a note for my readers - my landlord has had more than one property condemned thanks to his negligence when it comes to taking care of his places.)
I am begging you. Anyone reading this blog, please, if you know of the best acne treatment, for the love of Pete, please, tell me what it is. I am sick to death of this acne. It's all over me. Back, shoulders, you name it, I've got acne. I'm even finding it on my legs and arms. This just has to stop. I've talked to my doctor but his advice is that it's part of the polycystic ovarian syndrome that I have and that there's nothing I can do about it.
I'm sorry, but I just can't believe that. There has to be something to make it go away. There has to be. There is no way on earth that I can sit here at 33 years old and not have some way of getting rid of it. I just can't do that. I have to get rid of it, or at least make it less annoying! *sigh*
Unfortunately, the places I get my acne comes from my uncle, who always got his acne on his back and shoulders. He rarely if ever had it on his face, just like me. How utterly annoying. Yes, at least where it is, it's hidden, but the scars it's left make me not want to wear anything that shows my back. Surgical scars I can handle - I have no control over that stuff - but the acne scars make me feel ugly, and since I'm fat too, that just doesn't help. :(
I guess it doesn't matter if those people at work want those baby blankets. I apparently don't work there anymore. It's a long story and I put some of it up on my other blogs, so I'm not going to bore you with details. You can read about that either here or here. I don't feel like rehashing it that much. All I can say is that I will get a different job no matter what.
I've already submitted an application to Hollywood Video, and I'll continue submitting applications to anywhere I find that I'm qualified for. Of course, at my weight, I wouldn't exactly be able to sell weight loss supplements, since no one would believe they worked. LOL But I can still do other things. The only thing I can't do is work for a cell phone company for a while since where I worked was dealing with AT&T cell phone. Proprietary knowledge and all that jazz.
However this issue has had one irritating side effect. I try to go to sleep and get nowhere. I just lay there with my eyes wide open. And I do mean wide open. They aren't blurry, itchy, burning, nothing. They are wide open and annoying me. But yet, sitting here at the computer, I'm blurry eyed, itchy eyed, burning eyes. Yet if I lay down they're wide open and I'm awake. *sigh* It stinks when your brains will not turn off. :(
I swear, I have never worked anywhere that has so many people either having kids, or who know people who are having kids. You hear a lot of talk about babies and baby stuff where I currently work. These people talk about bottles, diapers, birth announcements, you name it, they're talking about it. There is a good side to this though.
I seem to have become in high demand for a particular item that I am rather fond of making. I have become in high demand to make hand-crocheted baby blankets. Everyone loves my granny square baby blankets and it seems like everyone who sees one of them is either having a baby and wants one, or knows someone who is having a baby and wants one. So what I plan on doing is as I make the blankets, take pictures of them and then make a "catalog" for people to choose their blankets from. That way, I don't have to sit there and describe the various colors available, I can just hand them the photo album and say "pick your blanket." :) I think it's a good idea anyways.
We have a local truck stop called Truck Haven that we have been eating at for the past few days. I had never eaten there before this past Thursday, and I have to admit the food is good enough that if you go there often, you'll actually need the best diet pills to get rid of the extra pounds you'll pack on there! They have one problem though.
First off, they hand you the full menu when you go in there no matter what time of day or night you go in, but don't allow you to order half the menu after 9PM. This includes, of all things, mashed potatoes. A 24 hour restaurant that only allows french fries, american fries, and hash browns from 9PM to 7AM. That makes no sense at all. Plus, the waitresses we've had the two times we've gone there have been nothing but rude. The one we had last night was particularly unfriendly, especially after my best friend changed her order because she wanted mashed potatoes with her dinner and couldn't have them because the waitress said they weren't available.
I'm just not sure if we'll go back now, because twice in a row the food's been great, but the service has been horrible.
I can't say I completely hate my job. I mean, it pays my bills, but really... it can be way too stressful at times. I mean, I spend all day listening to things like "there is a mistake on my bill" or "why is my bill so high?" I swear, people just don't know what the words "read your bill" mean.
For example, people will go on Vegas vacations, come back, and want to put an insurance claim on their phone because they lost it in Vegas. No problem. Until they find out they don't have insurance. Suddenly, the fact that they were supposed to have insurance for the past year and didn't is our fault. They'll admit they haven't read their bill for the past year, (some even admit to opening it, pulling of the payment stub, and tossing the rest in the trash), but it's still our fault that they don't phone insurance.
Or they will have been using their rollover minutes every single month for the past 8 months, finally run out of rollover minutes, and complain because they "couldn't have gone over." That is the one downfall to rollover minutes. But really, is it that hard to read your bills?
