Last week I came down with something. While it appears to be slowly leaving now, and never got as bad as the horror I had to deal with around Christmas, it has made me think. Why am I getting sick once every two months now? What am I doing wrong? Is it the regular exercise? Is it the (almost) healthy regular diet? Is it the daily vitamins? Is it washing my hands all the time? Is it the three or four grapefruits and nine bananas I eat every week? Is it the whole head of broccoli I eat every week? Is it drinking at least 3 pints of bottled water a day? Is it having my own bathroom which I don’t have to share with anyone at home? Is it using all antibacterial soap every time I wash my hands? Is it the cleaning of work surfaces at home and at work almost weekly? Is it the weekly vacuuming? The weekly clothes washing? Maybe it is because I wash my face with soap at least three times a day and many more without soap. Maybe it is because I switched from pasta to rice as my carb at dinner. Maybe it is because I eat bananas and a fruit cup at lunch instead of string cheese. Maybe it is because I started eating healthy cereal for breakfast instead of pop tarts. Maybe it is because I almost never have sodapop. Which one of these things is it that is causing me to get sick all the time?
Probably none. Each time I’ve fallen ill I’ve had a particularly hellish week beforehand at work. And last week was no exception with a project that had to get out the door right away and required final approval (and lots of changes) from no more than six company executives. I suppose the frustration (take that word any way you want) with what I mention in the second to last paragraph of this post couldn’t have helped either.
On the 20th I finally ordered a new pair of shoes and a new watch after debating about it for a long long time. My old blue Vans finally gave out and ground a hole all the way through the sole to the pavement below after about ten years of solid use. I’ll miss you old friends… My two-year-old watch, the one that I liked because it was a digital AND analog, has ceased to carry out it’s analog function. The soles of my racquetball Adidas shoes have detached themselves and had to be ripped out too so I suppose a new pair of shoes for racquetball have to be purchased soon as well.
Oh, and the strings on my racquetball racquet that mom and dad bought me way back in 1999 finally snapped last week as well after probably over a thousand hours of playing time. I get my money’s worth out of things… could you tell?
I’m wearing the shoes now… However, the watch order has turned into an “exception” on the UPS tracking site and nobody seems to know what happened to it after it was scanned into the downtown Los Angeles processing center last Thursday morning. I called UPS and they refused to deal with it- telling me I had to have the company I ordered it from do a “trace.” I called the company and their customer service guy told me this happens all the time and the UPS driver probably stole it. Since the company insures their packages they’ll just take out an insurance claim and send me a new watch. So their company gets paid for two watches from one order, a UPS guy gets a new $350 (that’s the price at the mall – NOT what I paid) watch, and I.…have to wait a month to get something I already paid for IF the driver doesn’t just steal it again…
As most of you (who care about it) may know, Amy started working at the Anaheim Marriot last December. As time has dragged on they’ve increased her hours and made her work an increasingly harder schedule (Saturday 4pm –2am, Sunday 8am-4:30pm). All this results in us never seeing each other any more, or more precisely – short lunch and dinner dates in West Covina. Very frustrating. I feel like I got to see more of her when I lived in Ohio… Supposedly after her probationary period is over things will improve and she might transfer to another department anyway, but I’m not holding my breath.
Speaking of Amy and holding my breath- I think I’ve turned Amy into a college football fan. She asked me last night when the season starts again, and I heard a groan when I said it would be another six months. I guess winning $50 off your boyfriend’s championship game picks and being forced to watch 70% of the OSU games has an effect on people; that and screaming “touchdown!” at the top of your lungs. Well, she doesn’t have to worry – I think we’ll hear an awful lot of “touchdown” screams this coming season.
