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I've finally found out the downside of sharing a room with my coworker who is completely sweet and I love. We've (whispers so as not to alarm the men) synced. You know, lady-wise.
Sweet coworker has some serious woman issues, she is possibly going to have a hysterectomy and until this happens is in agony every month, as well as it being almost impossible for her to keep clean. On top of this she has a separate iron deficiancy, so heavy bleeding really isn't helping.
And normally I'd feel sorry for her, and try and bully her into taking care of herself. She's the sort of person who'd do anything for anyone else, but forgets her own needs.
Unfortunately everytime she is sick I am also - not happy. I don't have anything bad enough to require medical treatment but I expect to spend a couple of days not feeling 100% and generally wanting to curl up in a ball with my painkillers.
So I'm really really trying not to hate my coworker today. She called in sick and instead of a nice day catching up on my paperwork I got to cover her and deal with the customers all morning.
Tall story
OK - why is everyone so short today. Seriously, I've seen 3 men who I was head and shoulder (+ a bit) taller than. I am tall, and I am big but I don't normally feel this looming.
Stop it. Everyone else - get taller.
A new irrating tick
Just when I though there was nothing annoying I hadn't experienced...
This customer repeated everything I said. While I was still talking about one word after me.
I think my brain broke.
And something sucky from the same woman
Then I went away to look something up and when I returned she was breast feeding. And not at all discretely. Now, while it's just her (and baby) and me in the room any other member of staff could walk in - including the men. The manager for example comes in sometimes if he's looking for one of our appointment folders.
I'm always suprised people treat the rooms as private. We don't get many Islamic women with their faces covered (though huge numbers with headscarves) but with only one exception they've always removed them in the room with me. (The exception turned wanted to know how to complain about cosmetic treatment which had enhanced rather than removed her moustache).
But also - I know I stare. When I was around 3 I first saw a friend's mother breast feed the new baby and I was fascinated. I spent years breast feeding my toys (mainly dinosaurs - which caused some odd looks) and it still exerts a fascination. And now makes me broody.
At the end she took the baby off and leisurely put away the breast...
Yes
So I made a phone call to see if some money had been paid to someone. I confirmed it had been paid.
Then she pulled out a piece of paper with the calculation and payment date and every other possibly useful piece of information on it.
"Does this have anything to do with it ?"
Yes.
Why yes, it does.
In fact it makes that whole phonecall completely pointless.
Then I had to ask the same woman about some of her financial details (for a calculation she wanted me to do).
Me: Do you know how much [A] you're being paid
...silence as tumbleweed blows through the room...
SC: It's paid into this bank account *pushes statement at me*
Me: Uhhuh, if you had a current statement we could take the amount from there but you only bought last years statements
SC : Oh
Me: Do you know how much [B] you're being paid
...silence as tumbleweed blows through the room...
SC: It's paid into this bank account *pushes statement at me*
Me: Uhhuh, if you had a current statement we could take the amount from there but you only bought last years statements
SC : Oh
Me: Do you know how much [C] you're being paid
...silence as tumbleweed blows through the room...
SC: It's paid into this bank account *pushes statement at me*
Me: Uhhuh, if you had a current statement we could take the amount from there but you only bought last years statements
SC : Oh
Proof my mind broke
I was typing a letter and typed "I was told it would not be processed as I had failed to include the soup".
Soup = fee.
I am puzzled as normally my mistakes are vaguely cromulent, and I don't even like soup. I wasn't talking about soup. The case was not about soup. No soup.
Even the cat's out to get me
In the middle of the night I briefly stretched out, instead of curling round my stomach in pain, and my feet encroached on the bottom 1/3 of the bed.
The cat's share of the bed.
So I woke up as she bit my foot repeatedly.
I don't understand why she gets 1/3 of the bed, and still spreads herself over me or the rest of the bed. I've threatened revenge - but I know she'll win in the end.
Victoria J
Sweet coworker has some serious woman issues, she is possibly going to have a hysterectomy and until this happens is in agony every month, as well as it being almost impossible for her to keep clean. On top of this she has a separate iron deficiancy, so heavy bleeding really isn't helping.
And normally I'd feel sorry for her, and try and bully her into taking care of herself. She's the sort of person who'd do anything for anyone else, but forgets her own needs.
Unfortunately everytime she is sick I am also - not happy. I don't have anything bad enough to require medical treatment but I expect to spend a couple of days not feeling 100% and generally wanting to curl up in a ball with my painkillers.
So I'm really really trying not to hate my coworker today. She called in sick and instead of a nice day catching up on my paperwork I got to cover her and deal with the customers all morning.
Tall story
OK - why is everyone so short today. Seriously, I've seen 3 men who I was head and shoulder (+ a bit) taller than. I am tall, and I am big but I don't normally feel this looming.
Stop it. Everyone else - get taller.
A new irrating tick
Just when I though there was nothing annoying I hadn't experienced...
This customer repeated everything I said. While I was still talking about one word after me.
I think my brain broke.
And something sucky from the same woman
Then I went away to look something up and when I returned she was breast feeding. And not at all discretely. Now, while it's just her (and baby) and me in the room any other member of staff could walk in - including the men. The manager for example comes in sometimes if he's looking for one of our appointment folders.
I'm always suprised people treat the rooms as private. We don't get many Islamic women with their faces covered (though huge numbers with headscarves) but with only one exception they've always removed them in the room with me. (The exception turned wanted to know how to complain about cosmetic treatment which had enhanced rather than removed her moustache).
But also - I know I stare. When I was around 3 I first saw a friend's mother breast feed the new baby and I was fascinated. I spent years breast feeding my toys (mainly dinosaurs - which caused some odd looks) and it still exerts a fascination. And now makes me broody.
At the end she took the baby off and leisurely put away the breast...
Yes
So I made a phone call to see if some money had been paid to someone. I confirmed it had been paid.
Then she pulled out a piece of paper with the calculation and payment date and every other possibly useful piece of information on it.
"Does this have anything to do with it ?"
Yes.
Why yes, it does.
In fact it makes that whole phonecall completely pointless.
Then I had to ask the same woman about some of her financial details (for a calculation she wanted me to do).
Me: Do you know how much [A] you're being paid
...silence as tumbleweed blows through the room...
SC: It's paid into this bank account *pushes statement at me*
Me: Uhhuh, if you had a current statement we could take the amount from there but you only bought last years statements
SC : Oh
Me: Do you know how much [B] you're being paid
...silence as tumbleweed blows through the room...
SC: It's paid into this bank account *pushes statement at me*
Me: Uhhuh, if you had a current statement we could take the amount from there but you only bought last years statements
SC : Oh
Me: Do you know how much [C] you're being paid
...silence as tumbleweed blows through the room...
SC: It's paid into this bank account *pushes statement at me*
Me: Uhhuh, if you had a current statement we could take the amount from there but you only bought last years statements
SC : Oh
Proof my mind broke
I was typing a letter and typed "I was told it would not be processed as I had failed to include the soup".
Soup = fee.
I am puzzled as normally my mistakes are vaguely cromulent, and I don't even like soup. I wasn't talking about soup. The case was not about soup. No soup.
Even the cat's out to get me
In the middle of the night I briefly stretched out, instead of curling round my stomach in pain, and my feet encroached on the bottom 1/3 of the bed.
The cat's share of the bed.
So I woke up as she bit my foot repeatedly.
I don't understand why she gets 1/3 of the bed, and still spreads herself over me or the rest of the bed. I've threatened revenge - but I know she'll win in the end.
Victoria J
apparently she was going to playfully bite me in the eye. I worried about what I'd do if it happened again - and eventually thought I'd spend the rest of my life sleeping in goggles. She still occassionaly runs wild, and bites my hand while purring - and while making this hideous vampiric slurping noise. It's very disconcerting. 
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