Sickies Unite!

I have had quite the past 2 weeks, man. And it hasn’t been all good.

I started Pizza Hut.. that went very well. I got back into the swing of things really quickly.. No problem. So yay for that!

Unfortunately, I went home from work my first night there and got really sick. I finally got this flu everyone keeps talking about. I was in bed for 3 days straight (other than the car issue, but I’ll get back to that).

I missed 2 days of PKC work.. which was the rest of my sick time (well.. I have 30 minutes of sick time left) until June. I missed my second night of Pizza Hut work… Then William wouldn’t let me come in my third night of Pizza Hut work to make sure I got completely over the flu. It was not pleasant.

As for my car… my precious car… When I was sick, I had to take my car into the shop. I forced myself out of bed at 7:30 in the morning.. pulled on some clothes..then made my way to my car like a freakin’ zombie. I then proceeded to get lost trying to find the body shop. It took me an hour to find it. I walked in… gave them my keys.. and waited for Enterprise to pick me up. I didn’t even talk to the woman so I have NO idea how long it’s going to be for me to get my car back (it’s been almost 2 weeks, already!)..which sucks.

THEN… to make things worse… Enterprise decided to be “nice” and upgrade me from a simple small car to a damn PT Cruiser! I HATE PT Cruisers!! AND I’m STILL driving the damn thing! Ugh! I was too sick and out of it to really say anything. At the time, I was like “uh huh..ok… “ just wanting to go back to bed. Totally sucks, too.

So I also missed one of my accounting classes… Then had spring break.. and I tried getting the 2 assignments that were due last night done..without knowing what I was doing. I did not succeed as I became too tired at 10:30 to try the last hour and a half I had to do it. I turned them in incomplete just to get some points. I was so stressed about it that I started crying. Rob had to sit there and put things in perspective. Yeah.. two 10-point homework assignments aren’t a big deal. I’m ok. Damn stress and lack of sleep can really make a person crazy..like really.

Some good things happened too, though. My mom generously got me tickets to Bodies Revealed for this Saturday! I’m super excited to see the exhibit! The first time I heard about it YEARS ago, I SO wanted to see it. It was in Chicago at the time, but we never got around to going. I can’t wait!

She ALSO purchased tickets to see Wicked: A New Musical. I just finished reading the book.. it’s about the Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West (from Wizard of Oz) and I heard the show was fantastic so I can’t wait for that!! That’s coming up in May! Yay!

In other news… I need to do my taxes.. but my PKC W-2 forms are in my car!! And I don’t know when I’m getting my car back! Ugh.. !

What's Good? Nothing.

I’m pretty sure the sudden flu I had has taken away my sense of taste. All of a sudden, NOTHING tastes good to me. In fact, whenever I eat or drink anything, it has a weird flavor that I can’t seem to handle.

For example, last night, Rob and I made tacos. MY tacos.. I cooked. I make the BEST tacos, like, EVER!

But last night, they weren’t good. They didn’t taste the same, or even close, and I made them exactly how I always make them. Even the Spanish Gardens taco sauce wasn’t as wonderfully delicious.

Mountain Dew is gross to me now, too.

I still drink coffee… but coffee has always tasted weird, so that’s no different.

I don’t know what happened. I do think, though, that I will take advantage of this strange phenomenon and diet. I will start eating foods that I don’t like, because I don’t like the foods I do like anymore. ..Does that make sense?

So I shall eat salads.. And lean meats.. drink more tea (mmm..I DO like tea).. less pop (soda?)… No sugar or greasy foods.. etc.

Now if only I could suddenly find a strange repulsion of inactivity….

Well That Didn't Work..

Ok. So I was originally planning on posting SOMETHING everyday, but that obviously didn’t happen.

Um.

Oops.. ?

I have an excuse, though! I swear!

Well.. first I just didn’t feel like it, but then I got sick. Very sick. Icky sick. It was not very fun.

Now… Let’s see here..

I finished up my work week. Saturday night, I started at Pizza Hut. I picked it back up pretty quickly after 6 years. Go me! (Hey.. sometimes, you just have to be your own cheerleader)

Saturday night after Pizza Hut, the flu decided to bitch slap me all of a sudden and I was down for the count.

It was about an hour after I got off work… I was feverish, coughing, sneezing, and all the other yucky flu symptoms. Poor Rob had to take care of me… give me medicine.. cold rags.. orange juice. I couldn’t get to sleep until about 4am.

I was in bed for days (with the exception of Monday morning..see below). I missed Prudential KC work on Monday and Tuesday. I missed Pizza Hut work on Tuesday, then William made me stay home on Wednesday as well to make sure I didn’t make myself or anyone else sick.

Now I’m just fuzzy-headed and out of it. You know.. for a second I thought I could get through this season without getting sick.. HA! I’m not that lucky!

Monday morning, I had to get out of my death bed to take my car to the shop. I, personally, had to go because I was getting a rental car and I needed to be there.

Those bastards gave me a PT Cruiser! Do you guys know how much I HATE PT Cruisers?!?! Of course you don’t! So take my word for it… I DO!

I think the only thing I like about the silly baby hearse (as I call it) is that it’s easy to get in and out of. Ugh.

Anyway.. I’m tired of typing and focusing and stuff. I’m going to go back to zoning out.

Ciao!

I think I might be a masochist..

Masochism is finding pleasure in hurting yourself… Not others. That’s Sadism. …I’m pretty sure.

Anyway.

I have hypothyroidism. Some symptoms of this stupid thing includes: depression, weight gain, sensitivity to cold, exhaustion.

I’m pretty darn positive there are others, but those are the ones that really stood out to me when my doctor was explaining this to me a few years ago.

I started taking the generic version of Synthroid and I was to get tested every 6 weeks. Well I totally suck at going to get tested…and taking meds everyday wasn’t something I was very good at. After a few years, and a few bumped doses, I started getting realllllly exhausted. I didn’t think much about it since I had been really stressed and not sleeping well.

SO.. I finally started sleeping well and calming down, but the exhaustion didn’t go away. I got tested and my levels were WAY off… or something. I had to change to “BRAND NAME ONLY” for Synthroid and they increased my dose again. I have to get tested again in about 4 weeks.

Here’s the deal: I’m still exhausted. I have no energy. It’s painful to be awake…and really irritating.

So what do I decide to do? Jam pack my schedule, of course, so I have little to no free time to rest!!

Brilliant, I say!

My fabulously intelligent schedule is as follows (Pizza Hut times are approximate):

Monday:
8-5 Work
6:30-8 Babysit cute niece

Tuesday:
8-5 Work
5-10 Pizza Hut

Wednesday:
8-5 Work
5-10 Pizza Hut

Thursday:
8-5 Work
6:30-7:30 Counseling

Friday:
8-5 Work
6-9 Class

Saturday:
9-12 Class
5-11 Pizza Hut

Sunday:
11-12 Church
5 + An hour soccer game somewhere after 5

Sooo... Yeah... If I think I'm dead tired now..... oh man... I'm scared to think of what I'm going to do in a couple of weeks..

No. Nothing.

I actually don’t have anything to say today.

I’ll find something.

Last night after work, Rob and I went out shopping for shoes and pants.

I got black shoes for Pizza Hut work at Payless.

I also got black pants for Pizza Hut work at Wal-Mart.

That’s about it.

Now I’m back at work.

OH! I DID get paid today! I thought I was going to get paid tomorrow! So I paid my bills today.

……….

That’s just not interesting.

Whew! Batteries! Pizza! Money!

So I just called my mom because she so kindly went to my apartment to check out my car. She jumped it and said it was the battery. No electrical malfunction so far!

Still don’t know why the battery randomly died. She’s going to hop on over and get my Elphie* a new battery. Thanks, Mommles!

* “Elphie” comes from the book, Wicked. It’s a great book! It only took me forever and a half to read it because I stopped reading as often halfway through. That isn’t the point of this though. Apparently, The Wicked Witch of the West’s name is Elphaba. She was green. I thought “Elphie” was a cute name for a horribly misunderstood witch. Well I wanted to name my car..but didn’t know what to call it. My car is green..a cute light green, but still green. And it’s a “wicked” car.. you know.. the good wicked.. like “Wicked funny” or something like that. So I thought Elphie would be a good name.

Anyway…

In other news… Rob and I had Pizza Hut for supper last night. I was craving pizza.. but then I was craving my old Pizza Hut’s cheese breadsticks. You see, when you order cheese breadsticks from most Pizza Huts.. they’re made in a rectangle pan. My old Pizza Hut (confirmed by William before we went) still makes them using the round pan pizza crust (aka.. thick crust). It takes sooo much better and I can’t even explain enough!

Ok..back to the point..

We went there, and I asked William if they were hiring because I was thinking about getting a second job. He said “When do you want to start?” and proceeded to ask me that numerous times. It sounded to me like I had the job and all I had to say was Ok or No Thanks.

Well I told him I was going to sleep on it. I am very nervous about taking on a second job since I’ve been so exhausted lately and so busy.

I JUST (like..3 minutes ago) got off the phone with my mom and I have decided to do it. I sent William and text message letting him know.

I have a feeling that this is going to just happen in a hurry. It seems like whenever I have an opportunity, it happens so quickly. I can’t even explain it! I wish I could… it’s really very weird.

Ok.. so this should get interesting.

It’s kinda like my life has reversed a bit. I started dating Rob.. had a job at Pizza Hut.. had years of not-so-great experiences… now I’m ending up back a Pizza Hut.. with a renewed relationship with Rob (not that we broke up or anything, but it’s refreshed).. Interesting.
Now.. I’m just rambling at this point, so I’m stopping now.

Miss Morgles and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Ok… So it really hasn’t been a whole day. In fact, I’ve only been awake for just shy of 3 hours… and I’ve only been at work for about 45 minutes.

But so far, today has been less than stellar. (Did I just say stellar?)

Anyway.. Allow me to explain this one..
First, I didn’t get much sleep last night, which always makes for a crummy day. I got about 5 hours of sleep… maybe just a smidge more. Definitely not enough for my exhausted existence.

So I got up (finally).. got ready for work. All was going well so far.. I didn’t trip over myself too many times.. no stubbed toes or murder attempts by Bonsai..

Then I left.

I limped down the stairs with excruciating pain in my left knee as I put pressure on it… Damn soccer! (I might not play this weekend..)

I unlocked my car.. no problemo.

I put the key in the ignition… and turn.

My gauges on my dashboard begin to freak out.. the lights on my dashboard flash once… and my car makes no other noise.

I try again.

Same results.

So I try again.

Same thing. (This, I’ve recently learned, is “insanity.” Repeating the same action and expecting a different result… Think AA Jaywalker.. anyway..)

I try yet again… and something different happened! (Yay! Not insane!) My car clicked. With every click, my dashboard lights would flash.

So here’s the deal… I turn the key 1/4 of the way.. my radio pops on (hey..at least there’s music to listen to while I’m crying over the death of MY first vehicle)… I turn the key 1/2 of the way.. I hear clicking, lights flash, and my gauges do their little “nah-nahnah-nah-nah-naaaaah” dance… I turn the key all the way…. Nothing.

Now my keyless entry won’t even work. I grabbed all my items I need for work, and my mom’s car key.. walked around my car, opening every door, locking each door manually, then slowly climbed into my mom’s POS car that was still in my parking lot after… well that’s another story.

I don’t have time to stop for flavored coffee (at the gas station… I only treat myself to Starbucks on special occasions… today was one of those days, but you have to have money for that).. so I’m having to settle for the nasty coffee at work… (yes..I know.. this isn’t really an issue.. but still!)

So that’s the biggest thing. But now, my knee is worse than ever. It hurts when I do nothing to it now. Did I mention I have arthritis? I do.. I have Osteo-Arthritis. So not cool. It could easily become Rheumatoid Arthritis since my mom has it… that’s scary.

So far, nothing else has happened… and my coworkers all think the problem is just a bad battery in my car. *crosses fingers* I hope so! This is as bad for me as if something happened to my iMac!

I’m really not that materialistic… promise! But these two items are the only items that are important to me.

I’m not venting. I’m bored with this now. Goodbye!

I, Miss Morgles, ....

Allow me to introduce myself:

My name is Morgan. It’s a cursed name, really. I grew up with multiple nicknames. One of you may remember Dorken.. That wasn’t too bad. Another one of you may remember Ophelia… Now.. That had no ties to my name, but you may remember it, so I’ll mention it. Then there’s Mookie and Mo and MoMo..

None of these are bad.

But then there’s one… Morbid, I might add… Morg… Morgue.. MORGUE!! I did not like this one.

Ok.. this introduction has become long-winded… I need to finish this.

My current nickname is Morgles. It comes from Morgan… with –les at the end.. as was a common thing to do among my friends. My Rob-les (or Robbles) gave it to me. So I sweetened it up a bit with Miss… Miss Morgles. I am Miss Morgles. Ok.. actually, most call me Morgs or Morgles.. But can I be girly sometimes?!?!

Ahem.. Anyway..

Moving on…

My life after high school has been an interesting one. I won’t really get into it, because that may take years.. and being that I’m at work.. I don’t have that time. Let’s just keep it at this: It’s been interesting. I said that already.

I’m currently 24. I live in an apartment in Lenexa (I really don’t like that name)… I have a cat named Bonsai (I will explain the origin of that name another entry)… I’m engaged to my high school sweetheart (we don’t have a date yet, so don’t ask..haha!)..

I work at a local (somewhat) real estate company in the accounting department. It was neat when an old friend of mine (elementary school, junior high school, and high school) had a closing within our company and the commission check from the file came across my desk! It’s the small things in life… *sigh*

Anyway..

I’m in the process of going back to school to finish up my degree in the nerdy field of Accounting. Um.. That’s not exciting, so I’ll move on.

Actually.. What about this entry is exciting?

Ok.. I was going to write something else, but I forgot. I was distracted by my fancy Freshwater Cucumber antibacterial hand lotion from Bath & Body Works.

I’m at work right now. I shouldn’t be typing this. But.. I am.

What else? Um.. I don’t know. I think I’m finished with this entry. Anyone have any ideas on what to add to the introduction??

Oh yeah.. B-T-W … I don’t have a name for the blog yet.. Any ideas?

I like ideas! GIVE THEM TO ME!! …please?

The Beginning... Or an attempt

Ok.. So here's the thing...

I have made an attempt many times in the past to actually maintain a blog.

I have nothing interesting to say.

Then I don't feel like posting.....


Then my blog becomes nothing. I have tons of abandoned blogs floating around the internet. If you're good, you could probably find all of them... but it doesn't matter.

I'll try to post daily. I'll try to find the motivation to make it interesting.. and to create a real title.. maybe even an image, like some of my friends have...and like I used to have.

For now though...

This is hello!