the joys of two jobs.

So far this week has been pretty darn weird.

Monday I barely remember, I think, because of how exhausted I was from my first shift at V.V. in a week.

Tuesday I was on-call at V.V. but if I didn't have to go in, I'd go instead to my second job, the Museum, for a meeting Only I didn't get called into V.V. but then Chas from the Museum called and told me the meeting was cancelled because everybody else had called in sick [they have a very small staff]. So I was left to clean my room.

Wednesday was the hormonal, cramps the size of China and a headache the size of Britain, gotta shuffle through the day at V.V. with a manager's meeting thrown in [and nothing ever goes right when the managers go in for their meeting. Nothing] kind of day. It was horrible. And to top it all off, Blogger didn't want me posting in that kind of state of mind so it wouldn't work for me last night. And my period key is becoming sticky enough that usually I have to press it either really hard or twice to actually get any punctuation mark at all.

Thursday, today, is hopefully going to be better. It's another one of those "if I'm not working one job, I'm working the other" type days and as of right now no one has called in sick. Except gmail.com seems to just not want to let me see my inbox in anything other than basic HTML. Change that HT to a plain ole' F and you've got this week's motto thus far.

Also to go a head into the future a little bit, Friday, I was supposed to head up to Yorkdale mall with one of my favourite ladies of all time to check out Victoria's Secret and other lovely shops. But now I've been guilted and pleaded into helping my mother with her dinner party pickle [not an actual pickle, even though my mother is fond of pickle trays] since she works during the day, I don't, I cook better [that's probably a lie. However, I am awesome at cooking things that come in large pots] and she now has almost twice the amount of guests she was originally expecting.

One of my favourite mottos is "Life's a bitch, so bite back." well if Life keeps throwing me these little tribulations by Sunday, she won't be getting just a bite. She'll be getting a kick.