Today I wound up doing the check-in position all by myself. It's a lot more exciting when you're doing it and you realize that really, no one else is looking over your shoulder to make sure you're doing it right, and you know everything you're supposed to do (well, actually, I spaced the 800 number message checking, but that's a small thing), and everything gets done.
My only real question for the shift was, "Say a phone goon thinks he might be having a heart attack, what do we do?" Ponytail-Guy Former Monitor (the one who throws Mormon gang signs) was feeling like hell. Pink Shirt Guy ran me through the procedures: first, ask if they want us to call them 911. Next, encourage them to seek medical attention. Finally, send them home (sick).
Fortunately, the guy started looking decidedly healthier. I was concerned, though.
Today was the end of the month, and stuff was due to finish up. Amazingly enough, all quotas were filled before the scheduled end of shift, and the interviewers were packed up and sent off home before I was even done with my paperwork. As it was, the Pink Shirt Guy and I were out of there by 10:30, which is a good hour or two sooner than usual.
I went grocery shopping, and found myself a $0.94 clipboard to stuff in my bag so I'll have a clipboard of my OWN for when I need one at work. To distinguish mine from all the other clipboards hanging around there, not only is it a different style (the clip is different), but I've put my name on it ("Joan L's Clipboard") and am decorating it to suit myself (yet still be work-safe). The front says "Inexplicable Clipboard of DOOM!", and has little cute illustrations: a cloud, some stars, some raindrops or teardrops, and a shiny gem. (Yes, the illustrations are at the four quarters of the clipboard, making the thing a handy portable altar with preset elemental representations. Heh.)
In other cheerful news, Motley is still training to be a monitor. She's going ARGH. It's very difficult for me to call her by her mundane name in the workplace to keep up appearances. There was a monitor meeting today, and people had a lot of things to say. I may have impressed the Pink Shirt Guy by being able to recite back to him who-all was at the meeting, complete with seating arrangements, and only a few people missed by name from the lineup, though I was able to indicate to him that there were people there whose names I wasn't clear on.
It's a little ritual.
Figment says something saucy.
I stick my tongue out at him.
"Don't point that thing at me unless you intent to use it," he says.
I hastily reel my tongue back inside my mouth.
It's one of those things. If it weren't that the unmade bond is hovering there, unmakable, I'd poke my tongue out at him even after he said that, and tease him further. As it is, I know that there are some things I can't tease him with, because it wouldn't be teasing, and neither of us is going to go there.
I felt ill yesterday, with sneeziness and the beginnings of what I could tell was going to be an epic-level sore throat. I woke up today, had all kinds of dried & nasty ick in my throat, and once I coughed all that out and tried to get another two hours of sleep, I had to immediately run back into the bathroom because my nose had just downloaded another few gigabytes of snot.
Clue moment. That's not cold-action from the nasal unit. That's allergies. And when did we last take our loratadine? Too long ago.
The placebo effect, plus gravity, made me feel better immediately when I did take my allergy medicine. I now feel reasonably good -- not top-of-the-world good, but human and not dead or with zombie-creatures trying to invade my throat and explode out my nose.
Allergy meds are not optional this time of year. Argh.
Well, I'll be moving my pretty tailfeathers into a studio apartment in the same complex around this time or so next month. Will I have all my stuff all boxed up and ready to go and get swapped over in that three-day timespan? I think so. And will I have a helpful gang of friends ready to help me shuffle the stuff? You betcha.
I've got to, now, remember to check with the office to see when the three days are going to be, so I can arrange them, and perhaps a few days before, off work so as to maximize the potential moving time.