Gi-Gi Roxx - The Ravings of a Lunatic

It went from a pleasant mid-to-upper 70's to lower 40's in about 24 hours and I'm not quite sure I like it. I am sitting here right now in a sweatshirt, sweatpants and praying that my laptop warms up soon so my legs will get a little warmer. If only I had knitted that little tiny sweater to keep my nose warm. I know I need to get washed up and head out to run a few errands before my night run tonite. But I just haven't mustered up any motivation. It took me 20 minutes to decide to crawl out from under my super warm comforter this morning. And when I did, I wasn't happy about the decision to do so. So now I have to decide to get into a hot shower... which ends by getting out into a cold bathroom sopping wet. Not sure I'm game yet. I do need to get to the bank though. Finally earned myself a full paycheck and I really need to get it deposited. It's good to be off of the short-term disability which was only half pay. And I need to return to the grocery ...

I was released to return to work this past Monday. But since it was a holiday weekend I ended up not getting to work until Wednesday, since Tuesday is one of my regularly scheduled days off. I was so nervous as I mentioned in my previous post, about going back to work. But I was all worked up over nothing. The first day back I ended up with a run that was cake. I made two trips out and back in the morning then had nearly four hours off before I had to go back to work and make two more trips out and back. I started around 7 am and was off shortly after 7pm. And still had time to run errands and goof off in the middle of the day. It was nice to be back! On Wednesday I pulled a morning tripper which is a short piece of work that is considered kind of a supplemental run. The route was one of the ones I had trouble with when I finally ran it solo for the first time a few months ago. But it's cake now. And so I had a nice easy morning of it for my second day back. When I got bac...

So I've always had beef with censorship in general. I do it myself from time to time, putting asterisk's in the place of vowels in "dirty" words here on my blog. I do it, however, because otherwise I'd need to add an "over 18" protector to my page and I really don't want to do that. Sure the word is still pretty much there and coherent but at least I'm not truly "spelling it out". Aside from that, I rarely if ever censor myself. I'm a good girl with a bad mouth and there's not a single bit of shame in my body because of it. I've been told that I cuss like a sailor, that I'm "rude crude and socially unacceptable", and that I should reconsider having such a potty mouth. But honestly, I don't care. I will refrain from cursing around the elderly and people who have had the courage to ask me to please not swear in their presence. Although, occasionally dirty words still slip past my lips, as is just simpl...

I'm super anxious about going back to work tomorrow. Straight up scared about it. I know I haven't forgotten how to drive a bus or collect fare or deal with rowdy passengers. I know I'll still fit in my uniform (actually I'll probably need it taken in a bit) and my shoes haven't grown roots by the back door. But I'm anxious nonetheless. It's almost like it's my first day solo all over again. I'm fortunate, however, that my first run back to work is a fairly easy run with a nice long split during which I'm sure I'll be having to nap. I am excited to finally be earning a full wage again. I'll be ever grateful that the company has allowed me to draw a half salary under a "short term disability" plan, even as a new driver, while I've been off recovering from my gallbladder surgery. The money has really helped out. But getting back up to my normal pay is certainly attractive. Sure, I'll miss my lazy days sitting aroun...