what a week
- Sunday: ridic Pride parade party, drunk, got sick-ish from all the food, drinks, stress about a license thing
- Monday: worked like normal, no Columbus Day off
- Tuesday: fly to Philly at 8am, picked up by coworker for our 3.5 drive to Williamsport, PA, client meetings and a management team photo shoot, fancy dinner at the Olive Garden, Comfort Inn luxury
- Wednesday: photo shoot in the cold and rain, shot a lot of trucks, went up on a drill site and hung out with some frac tanks, smelled the residual water, hung out with a bunch of truck drivers, TGI Friday’s lunch, drive back to Philly, meet coworkers for dinner and drinks, stay out till 1am
- Thursday: work from Philly office, TACO EATING CONTEST (ate 7 Taco Bell soft beef tacos in 15 mins, winners ate 10 in ~6 mins), find out flight is delayed, flight changes departure time 5 times, finally take off after 10pm (5 hours late), arrive home at 1:30am
- Friday: work all day, found out about something seriously stupid but still caused me to cry at my desk (I was sick… I cry when I don’t feel well) and my male coworker walked in and saw me — ugh, come home and realize my ankle (which had been hurting all week) is really swollen and stiff, go to Minute Clinic, they take one look at my foot and tell me to go to the ER, my mom takes me to the ER, get blood taken, an IV put in, and x-rays done, then just sit in the waiting room waiting for 5 hours, finally get called back at 1am, find out I have cellulitis AND strep throat, get a drip, a huge shot in my ass of antibiotics for the strep, a rx for antibiotics for my foot and a sweet Vicodin script
- Saturday: arrive home in middle of night from hospital, knock myself out, lay around and “heal,” get emails and calls from developers and Rackspace because one of my clients’ database is down, try to not scream at Rackspace support, more sleep, and just watched the UGA game with Brooke who is in town and her boyfriend and Matt and Steve
I’ve now taken 2 Vicodin and it’s time to wash this week away.
