This week has gotten off to a pretty crappy start. Because of the following situation, I cannot share my personal letter from a thirteen-year-old Mario Lopez with you today. It will just have to wait.
Sitting at my desk with deadlines looming, a meeting approaching and a power-trippin' supervisor ringing my phone every fuggin second, I'd think to myself, is this chick kidding? I wouldn't mind being home all day - how bad could your day truly be?
I take it back. I'm sorry I doubted you people!
I feel guilty bitching, but the little things become so important when you're home and haven't much to do other than clean, blog, run errands, workout and shop. Our computer (RIP) blew up on Friday while I was sending resumes - is that a sign or what? I'm doomed.
I smelled burning wires and the thought of calling the fire department did indeed cross my mind, but I stayed strong. Instead I called Hubs. (Disclaimer: Please call the fire department if you smell smoke!) Apparently burning wires translates to "a hardware problem" which in a way was awesome news. Hubs is an IT guy, so a hardware problem meant that in no way was I at fault for possibly downloading a virus transmitted from clicking on an unfamiliar Facebook profile.
Limited to an old craptop (woes me) all weekend was painful. Now we're back up and running, but he hasn't had a chance to install and update various software like PhotoShop, the printer/scanner and other shiz. In other words, I can't bring you today's original blog, which included a letter I received from Dancing with the Stars' Mario Lopez back while he was the drummer on my favorite '80s show, Kids Incorporated. Yes, I know Fergie was also a beloved cast member and no, I'm not a fan. I don't even give a rat's ass about Mario these days, so whatever.
In addition to computer problems, I have very little energy because I mysteriously caught a severe STAPH infection and am on heavy duty antibiotics. The meds are killing me. The doctor called this morning to check on me and reported that tests came back as MRSA (like a really bad infection). I didn't know it was such a big deal. I read up on it and apparently if I don't take kick-ass care of myself and make antibacterial soap my best friend (which I already use!) I could end up hospitalized taking antibiotics through an IV. I can't believe what I thought was like a bad pimple on my shoulder turned into this.
I need to seriously scrounge up some motivation because our Christmas tree (undecorated at least) is still chillaxin in the living room when it should be boxed and stored by now. I need to vacuum, mop and clean the bathroom yet all I really want to do is lay in bed.
So yeah, today is only Tuesday and I'm bitching like a baby about stupid stuff and feel incredibly guilty for feeling this way while all of you people are working your asses off for THE MAN.
Last minute edit after posting! OMG! I won an award from this awesome fellow blogger, Ian at The Daily Dose of Reality! Check me out, he talks about how cool I am :-)
