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My Life Thus Far
2008-01-29 03:13:53 (UTC)

Brain Spam

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Have you ever been doing something very ordinary and had a
thought so retarded, it made you wonder why you thought of
something so retarded with little or no provocation? Like
your brain's firewall failed and some brain spam got
through? I had a moment like that while I was pumping gas
tonight. I was thinking about other things, what to make
for dinner, wondering if it'll snow tonight, etc. When out
of nowhere, brain spam popped up and said "You're such a
big girl". What? Of course I am. I'm 25 years old.
Married, with 2 children, 1 on the way. No shit I'm a big
girl. Sometimes I wonder about myself.

I had a rough night last night. Not too terrible, I wanted
to sleep, but heartburn was keeping me up. I never got
around to buying any Pepto since the last time I had
heartburn, but I made a point of doing that today. The
cherry kind. It tastes like a milkshake :) Anyhow, that
kept me up off and on last night. Which, made me a little
tired today, but for the most part I was in a good mood
and got through work okay.

I didn't get reprimanded for missing the meeting last
night. Not that I thought I would, but there's always a
change. With 2 out of 3 managers pregnant, you never know
what you're going to get day to day. I did get an update
on what I missed, though. Apparently we're going back to
our more strict dress code. Which had me a little
perturbed at first, until I thought about it. When I first
started working at Victoria's Secret, we abided by the
strict dress code. 95% black, blazer, tailored jackets and
pants, moderate-length solid black dresses. We always
looked professional and pulled together. Lately, some of
the girls have been wearing some questionable attire.
Cargo pants, black jeans, tube tops. Totally unacceptable.
So, after I thought about it for a minute, I was fine with
it. I think it's a good idea. If they can't be somewhat
responsible and at least look nice (with 95% black on),
then back to the dress code we go. I've got a maternity
blazer, so it's all good. As far as my shift went, it was
quiet as usual. I don't expect it to be any different now
that the sale is over. Even with Valentine's Day coming
up, it shouldn't get busy. There'll be an increase in male
traffic, but that's about it. More lingerie sold. But, no
mad rushes.

I put a poll on my myspace. Every one's got there opinion
as to what I'm having, so I thought I'd collect them and
see what the general population (of my friends) is leaning
towards. So far it's 67% in favor of a boy and 33% in
favor of a girl. I think it's a girl, so I'm losing. It
isn't that I WANT a girl. I'll be happy with either, but I
just feel like it's a girl. For Jason's sake I hope I'm
wrong. He was talking about trying again for a boy if this
one is a girl and after all this with the SPD, it doesn't
really look like another baby is in our future. I'm pretty
sure I don't want another one, anyway. 3 is enough.

My damn heartburn is back. I hate heartburn. I think maybe
I'll get a prescription for Zantac next appointment. I
know it's available over-the-counter, but it's free if I
get it from my doctor. I didn't need it so much with Kiki,
but Annie nearly killed me with the heartburn. Each
pregnancy is different. I guess I'll go take some more
Pepto. Ciao.




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