Fishbone†
<font color=blue>Does strange things while sleepin
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There is lady at work... I wouldn't call her a friend, although I try to treat her like one, mostly because to be on her bad side, is a bad place to be. (Just as a side note here, Tamie is my friend, not because I "have" to treat her like one, but because I like her, and she's fun to hang out with....just wanted to clear up any confusion right off the bat).
Anyway, this lady came to me several weeks ago and asked for my help. It seems her daughter is in Girl Scouts, and they are putting on a boutique at which each of the girls has to sell something they made (with help) in the dollar range of $3.00 or less. Each of the girls must bring 20 of the same item to sell, and this mom is "just no good at that crafty stuff. I just know you'll be able to help me Heidi." So, I volunteered to come to her house and spend an afternoon stamping cards with Brooke. She can use my supplies, I'll come up with a "simple" design, and we'll make 20 sets of three cards, tie them with a ribbon and sell them for $3.00 a set. Because I know this will take a while (side note #2, I'm a perfectionist, and no matter how hard I try, I won't be satisfied with less than the best), I decided to precut all the pieces, so all Brooke would have to do was stamp the card and glue it together (that's the most fun part anyway). So, I spent an afternoon last weekend getting everything ready. Rewind..... when she asked me, we tried twice to set up a day within the following two weekends, and both times she cancelled (well ahead of time, I might add in all fairness) due to conflicting plans. Anyway, this weekend is the last weekend before the Boutique next Saturday, and I was to go there today and make cards, and have supper. Enter, the stomach flu. I, as well as both of my parents spent a miserable day at our own Craft Sale (which we do every weekend in the fall/winter) violently ill..... I use that term now because I haven't fully recovered from the trauma.... but let me just say, that I think my body was rejecting parts of itself from 9:00 am yesterday morning until 10:00 am this morning. Can I just say, there was absolutely NOTHING left to reject!!!! I was horribly dehydrated, and everything down to my pinkie toe hurt. It was miserable.
Point of story: I called this co-worker last night during one of my 10 minute breaks from bodily rejection. (Side note #3 - I had to call a different co-worker, as co-worker #1 gave me the wrong phone number. Now while I know she probably doesn't call herself often, she MUST have to give the number out at least once in a while!! HELLO!!!) I get ahold of her, and I say, "I'm so sorry, but I have the stomach flu, and not only do I not feel well, but I DO NOT want to share this with your family. I didn't expect (nor want at the time) sympathy, maybe just a "thank you" for not sharing. Instead I got "Well, now what am I going to do?? The sale is next Saturday, and I can't make anything!!" in this exasperated "Now look what you did" tone. I was shocked into silence (no comment necessary Debster!). I sort of stammered, "I'm sorry, maybe I can help you some night this week?" She says to her husband, "Heidi has the flu.... and I got something going on Thursday, so that won't work." I say rather meekly "Ummmm... actually, I'm leaving Thursday morning for my cruise." "OH THAT'S JUST GREAT!" Meanwhile, I'm thinking (as I sit there without even the energy to lift my head), yeah, great, I have A TON of work at work to do before I leave, clothes to wash, my bags to pack, an apartment to clean and only three days to do it in. She sighs (as if I'm a child who just broke her grandmother's vase) "Well, I guess it'll have to be Monday then.... How long is this going to take because Brooke's bedtime is 8:00?" I get that funny "I'm in trouble" feeling in my stomach (I'm used to it though - but mostly because I've really have caused some mischief - no comment GP!), and I say, "well, I'll just put more of it together ahead of time, and I'll try to get to work early so I can leave early (meanwhile, my head is spinning, partly from being so sick, but mostly from all that I have to do at work before I leave).
So now, when I should be feeling better (weak, but better), I'm all worked up about ALL I have to do before I leave Thursday (although EXTREMELY grateful that if I had to be sick it was now and NOT on the cruise) including this project. Why do I feel so bad??? I didn't intend on getting sick.... AND she has Mondays off, so it's not like she doesn't have an extra day that I don't have. *sigh*
Anyway, this lady came to me several weeks ago and asked for my help. It seems her daughter is in Girl Scouts, and they are putting on a boutique at which each of the girls has to sell something they made (with help) in the dollar range of $3.00 or less. Each of the girls must bring 20 of the same item to sell, and this mom is "just no good at that crafty stuff. I just know you'll be able to help me Heidi." So, I volunteered to come to her house and spend an afternoon stamping cards with Brooke. She can use my supplies, I'll come up with a "simple" design, and we'll make 20 sets of three cards, tie them with a ribbon and sell them for $3.00 a set. Because I know this will take a while (side note #2, I'm a perfectionist, and no matter how hard I try, I won't be satisfied with less than the best), I decided to precut all the pieces, so all Brooke would have to do was stamp the card and glue it together (that's the most fun part anyway). So, I spent an afternoon last weekend getting everything ready. Rewind..... when she asked me, we tried twice to set up a day within the following two weekends, and both times she cancelled (well ahead of time, I might add in all fairness) due to conflicting plans. Anyway, this weekend is the last weekend before the Boutique next Saturday, and I was to go there today and make cards, and have supper. Enter, the stomach flu. I, as well as both of my parents spent a miserable day at our own Craft Sale (which we do every weekend in the fall/winter) violently ill..... I use that term now because I haven't fully recovered from the trauma.... but let me just say, that I think my body was rejecting parts of itself from 9:00 am yesterday morning until 10:00 am this morning. Can I just say, there was absolutely NOTHING left to reject!!!! I was horribly dehydrated, and everything down to my pinkie toe hurt. It was miserable.
Point of story: I called this co-worker last night during one of my 10 minute breaks from bodily rejection. (Side note #3 - I had to call a different co-worker, as co-worker #1 gave me the wrong phone number. Now while I know she probably doesn't call herself often, she MUST have to give the number out at least once in a while!! HELLO!!!) I get ahold of her, and I say, "I'm so sorry, but I have the stomach flu, and not only do I not feel well, but I DO NOT want to share this with your family. I didn't expect (nor want at the time) sympathy, maybe just a "thank you" for not sharing. Instead I got "Well, now what am I going to do?? The sale is next Saturday, and I can't make anything!!" in this exasperated "Now look what you did" tone. I was shocked into silence (no comment necessary Debster!). I sort of stammered, "I'm sorry, maybe I can help you some night this week?" She says to her husband, "Heidi has the flu.... and I got something going on Thursday, so that won't work." I say rather meekly "Ummmm... actually, I'm leaving Thursday morning for my cruise." "OH THAT'S JUST GREAT!" Meanwhile, I'm thinking (as I sit there without even the energy to lift my head), yeah, great, I have A TON of work at work to do before I leave, clothes to wash, my bags to pack, an apartment to clean and only three days to do it in. She sighs (as if I'm a child who just broke her grandmother's vase) "Well, I guess it'll have to be Monday then.... How long is this going to take because Brooke's bedtime is 8:00?" I get that funny "I'm in trouble" feeling in my stomach (I'm used to it though - but mostly because I've really have caused some mischief - no comment GP!), and I say, "well, I'll just put more of it together ahead of time, and I'll try to get to work early so I can leave early (meanwhile, my head is spinning, partly from being so sick, but mostly from all that I have to do at work before I leave).
So now, when I should be feeling better (weak, but better), I'm all worked up about ALL I have to do before I leave Thursday (although EXTREMELY grateful that if I had to be sick it was now and NOT on the cruise) including this project. Why do I feel so bad??? I didn't intend on getting sick.... AND she has Mondays off, so it's not like she doesn't have an extra day that I don't have. *sigh*
