Today went by quickly. I went in for my last early morning, thank goodness. The dark circles have returned beneath my eyes, but they probably won’t last through the weekend. I’ve acquired a few more coping skills, so I’m practicing until they become more natural. I haven’t felt too well for the last few days. I don’t think I’m sick. I think I need to use one of those hydration tablets that you dissolve in water to replenish electrolytes and minerals. I’m not fond of the half-ass attempt the manufacturers use to make the water taste sweeter. I’d rather they make it turn purple, but not add any taste. That would be cool.
I harbor a (formerly) secret disappointment that all of our foods and beverages aren’t brightly colored, micro-engineered cubes that are tailored to our nutritional needs and taste/texture preferences. I know GMO’s are hated, but I only object to the lack of information and regulation. If you’re going to add ingredients to my food and/or genetically alter it, I want to know what, how, and why. And I want the option to choose what modifications I approve of, and the ability to reject those I don’t. I want science to do awesome things to food. Just not the shady shit they pull now, and then don’t tell us until enough people die from it. Greedy bastards.
I had a horrible moment early this afternoon. I discovered a spider on my ceiling, right over my bed. I have 9 ft. ceilings, so it was a pain to get it. It was probably a wolf spider, but I didn’t study it. I know intellectually that it couldn’t possibly harm me. But that didn’t stop my body from freaking the fuck out. I was breathing hard, and searching on Google for any service that would come immediately and kill the spider. The entire time, I kept looking across the room to see if it was still there. It barely moved. I sat there and almost cried for a few. Then I called the apartment manager to see if she would send over a maintenance person to kill it.
Sadly, they were all busy, and would be for a few hours. She was nice about it, and admitted to sharing my fear. She suggested I stand on my bed with vacuum extension, and suck it up, then vacuum all over to make sure it’s dead. This is exactly what I did. The only hard part was approaching it, and that was all about fear. I dragged the vacuum hose up the wall toward it, so it couldn’t flee down the wall toward my bed, (scream). It sucked it up easily. Then I vacuumed the shit out of my whole apartment. I have a bag-less vacuum, so I wanted to bury that fucker in every cat hair and dust bunny I could find before emptying it.
It was a pretty good feeling to take care of it myself. Knowing I can, even if it’s in a hard-to-reach place, is good. I didn’t even think about grabbing my cat and abandoning my apartment this time. And it was a pretty big spider. With legs, about the size of a quarter. But I’m going to stop typing about it, before I get all worked up again. I gave myself a headache earlier from freaking out, but it’s gone now. Whew. I told the guys today that we didn’t have to start our newest hire at $15 an hour in our state, because it felt like a lie to withhold the information. They didn’t care. Shocking, I know.