Hm, stuff.
Mar. 21st, 2008 10:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pauraque_bkIt turns out when you forget to pay people for a long time, sometimes they turn things off. I feel this area has been significantly slighted in public education.
So I have been stuck on dialup for a few days while my DSL gets turned back on. It's not actually as slow as I remember it, which seems impossible since I've had DSL for years. Maybe it really is faster than old timey dialup, or my expectations were low enough that anything seems good.
Ah what else. In the style of Pepys, I could tell you about my UTI!
I have totally had UTIs before so I know what they're like, and every time I think, maybe if I just drink a bunch of cranberry juice I'll get better and not have to go to the doctor. That never works and I end up miserable, so this time I decided to hit the free clinic pretty much right away. Or well, as soon as I realized I could not get through my boss's lunch break without asking her to come out and watch the register so I could pee.
The Berkeley Free Clinic is good, btw. If you have lots of money lying around you could give them a donation, because they're rock awesome and deserve it.
Getting appropriate medical care is kind of a big deal for GLBT people, and you know what, it sucks for a grown-up trans person to sit around letting their UTI get worse just because they don't want to talk to HMO intake people who will stare blankly and be uncomfortable and uncomprehending when you attempt to explain that although you clearly are male, you happen to need medical treatment for your female organs.
The BFC actually gave me a medic who was also FTM. Gives a new meaning to "comfort level"?
And so they gave me some lovely antibiotics, and soon I will feel normal again.
Unrelatedly, I have reached a new level of understanding with my boss. She is still rather crazy and aggressive but she really cracks me up sometimes. I admit I haven't had many bosses who would yell in a public area, "I don't follow any religion that sends you to hell for touching your own crotch!"
Other things. She told me her car was breaking down, which really would suck for her for a variety of reasons that don't need to be detailed. A bit after telling me this, she began getting very mad about things I was doing, being unnecessarily and unfairly critical, etc.
I said, without even having been conscious of deciding it: "You're really upset about your car, aren't you."
I couldn't see her exact reaction because she was doing something on the other side of a shelf. She hesitated, then said in a sort of petulant tone, "No..." And then went and did something else and left me alone. :P
And now I think I actually have to drop by work. One of our minions is leaving, and I am supposed to sign her going-away card. I don't resent having to do it, I quite liked this minion and am sorry to see her go. What did piss me off is that yesterday, when I absolutely had to leave at 5:00 in order to make my clinic appointment, someone thought it was okay to hand me two gigantic shipments at 4:00 that all had to be processed and merchandised by me. This was easily two hours of work, even cutting corners would not have gotten it done, so I just said that and did as much of it as I could, but it was still very stressful.
And as I was trying to leave this unfinished project in a state that it wouldn't be strewn everywhere, my boss goes, but you have to sign Minion's card! So I say, give it to me and I'll sign it. My boss says she hasn't picked it out yet and Minion's last day is tomorrow, when I'm not working.
Have I mentioned: We work in what is, partly, A GREETING CARD STORE. How do you manage not to pick a card for someone in a two week period while surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of cards that YOU YOURSELF purchased for the store.
Well. I will still go sign it, she better have picked it by the time I get there.
Re: mood icon, I am not really pissed off. but you know, it's a picture of a giant urine sample.
So I have been stuck on dialup for a few days while my DSL gets turned back on. It's not actually as slow as I remember it, which seems impossible since I've had DSL for years. Maybe it really is faster than old timey dialup, or my expectations were low enough that anything seems good.
Ah what else. In the style of Pepys, I could tell you about my UTI!
I have totally had UTIs before so I know what they're like, and every time I think, maybe if I just drink a bunch of cranberry juice I'll get better and not have to go to the doctor. That never works and I end up miserable, so this time I decided to hit the free clinic pretty much right away. Or well, as soon as I realized I could not get through my boss's lunch break without asking her to come out and watch the register so I could pee.
The Berkeley Free Clinic is good, btw. If you have lots of money lying around you could give them a donation, because they're rock awesome and deserve it.
Getting appropriate medical care is kind of a big deal for GLBT people, and you know what, it sucks for a grown-up trans person to sit around letting their UTI get worse just because they don't want to talk to HMO intake people who will stare blankly and be uncomfortable and uncomprehending when you attempt to explain that although you clearly are male, you happen to need medical treatment for your female organs.
The BFC actually gave me a medic who was also FTM. Gives a new meaning to "comfort level"?
And so they gave me some lovely antibiotics, and soon I will feel normal again.
Unrelatedly, I have reached a new level of understanding with my boss. She is still rather crazy and aggressive but she really cracks me up sometimes. I admit I haven't had many bosses who would yell in a public area, "I don't follow any religion that sends you to hell for touching your own crotch!"
Other things. She told me her car was breaking down, which really would suck for her for a variety of reasons that don't need to be detailed. A bit after telling me this, she began getting very mad about things I was doing, being unnecessarily and unfairly critical, etc.
I said, without even having been conscious of deciding it: "You're really upset about your car, aren't you."
I couldn't see her exact reaction because she was doing something on the other side of a shelf. She hesitated, then said in a sort of petulant tone, "No..." And then went and did something else and left me alone. :P
And now I think I actually have to drop by work. One of our minions is leaving, and I am supposed to sign her going-away card. I don't resent having to do it, I quite liked this minion and am sorry to see her go. What did piss me off is that yesterday, when I absolutely had to leave at 5:00 in order to make my clinic appointment, someone thought it was okay to hand me two gigantic shipments at 4:00 that all had to be processed and merchandised by me. This was easily two hours of work, even cutting corners would not have gotten it done, so I just said that and did as much of it as I could, but it was still very stressful.
And as I was trying to leave this unfinished project in a state that it wouldn't be strewn everywhere, my boss goes, but you have to sign Minion's card! So I say, give it to me and I'll sign it. My boss says she hasn't picked it out yet and Minion's last day is tomorrow, when I'm not working.
Have I mentioned: We work in what is, partly, A GREETING CARD STORE. How do you manage not to pick a card for someone in a two week period while surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of cards that YOU YOURSELF purchased for the store.
Well. I will still go sign it, she better have picked it by the time I get there.
Re: mood icon, I am not really pissed off. but you know, it's a picture of a giant urine sample.
