Threats and Promises

T told me today that our friendship would be over if I didn't update my blog today, so here I am, updating my blog even though I really don't have a whole lot to talk about. Well, maybe I do, I never know until I start typing away.

I had some blood tests taken recently. That was fun. Dad wanted me to get my blood sugar went, so I put it off for as long as I could (the three week period in there didn't help any, cause I had to pee in a cup, and then I threw out the sheet I was supposed to take in, so that didn't help either). I fasted, I got up early, (I had an appointment this time so I wouldn't be waiting outside for an hour) I went to the clinic and I got five tubes of blood taken and peed not very well in a cup. Then I went to work (yes, on a Saturday, thank you year end) and woofed down a breakfast sandwich like there was no tomorrow. About half way through the day I felt woozy. By 4:30 when Rob picked me up I was about ready to faint. I guess my blood sugar was down. Pepsi fixed that right up.

They called saying they had the results almost right away. I was stressing out. Worrying there was something wrong. I had seriously messed up dreams which was not fun. I had stressed out days. I had weepy days. I had push everyone away days. Then I got my results and everything came back good. Huge sighs of relief were heard around the world. Other then being a chub, Lacey is healthy. Good stuff.

Work is work. Certain people have backed off for the most part, which is good. I also got a pretty decent raise which makes me happy. I will get to see it on my next cheque which is great, seeing as how I have a cash flow problem at the moment, as in, I have none to flow, and had to borrow money from Rob which made me feel like a big loser. He says it's ok, and that he feels bad for not paying anything towards my apartment, but I'm adult, i should be able to handle this stuff on my own.

They have made some new changes at work, none of which has really affected me yet, but it's causing all sorts of crap for me indirectly. Good times. An asshole downstairs is marking up prices on purpose to make a point, and good times are being had by all. For example, the invoice says $162.00. He PO'ed and received it in the system as $166,666.66. A bit of a difference. Um, we're being audited for that now because of the huge difference. He doesn't seem to understand that these changes are coming from the Big Boss because he wants to know where all of his money is. And the CFO could lose his job because he's being a dick and poor Tom has to explain these prices. Good job asshole. Good job.

I'm hoping to take my bottles back this weekend since they are over taking my apartment. Rob is also taking me to a musical on Saturday, very excited about that. Oh! And the most exciting thing:

OASIS!!!

Rob got us Oasis tickets for August...insanely excited about that! I love my honey. Even if I do call him an asshole sometimes. :)