My company + Pride??

Ok, well I am one of the lucky folks that work for a company that does include sexual orientation as a protected class along with sex, class, race, etc. I have always been thankful for that, especially since my coworkers have some crazy gaydar. Or at least when it comes to me. I have long hair and dress pretty much like every one else at work, so I don't know how they figure it out, but they did.

So my boss was reading our corporate emails while I was trying to figure out a strange prescription when I hear my boss excitedly calling me to read whatever she was reading. The only thing in the subject was [Company Name] Pride. I scoffed and began reading.

Well I'll be damned. They are going to sponser some of LB pride, have booths, and possibly get in on the parade float thing. Yeah, that's pretty cool! Funny since I have still failed to go to Pride, mostly because I'm always working haha. My boss was super excited though and wanted to volunteer me for the float.

Oh please, no. I don't know if I could handle that haha. Last thing I need is the parentals watching faux news and see me in the parade. haha. It would be pretty awesome though...

Pride isn't until June though I think, so pretty far ways away... and it would be pretty freaking sweet.

drunk bush running.

Now, if you are thinking something dirty, please remove your mind from the gutter. ;) I actually did drunkenly run through foliage.

After an exhausting and boring day at work, I went home to get things done. This turned into going home and passing out on the couch for an hour. I wake up to a text that read:

'Grab drinks before movie?' YESSS! Of course!

So I met up with my friend at a bar about half a mile from the movie theatre. I was planning on my usual one beer. That turned into a beer and a shot of petrone when he offered to buy me one. That snowballed into a beer, a shot of petrone, and an Irish Car Bomb. In less that 45 minutes. Woo. Remind me never to do that again. I am too old to be drinking that much that quickly.

We realize at this time that we are going to be late to the movie. Too drunk to even consider driving, we decided to walk since our other friends wouldn't pick us up. For some reason as soon as we got outside my drunkeness caught up with me. We also didn't realize the amount of foliage walls we would encounter. At the first one we came up to, my friend looks at me and goes "should we?" and we did. The bastard jumped in and pretty much tumbled into the bushes. My drunken ass decides to try and wade through it and got caught on some branches and I got some nice cuts from them haha.

At one point our friends call him to see why it was taking us so long to get there and this distracts his 'bush wading skills' and he pretty much slips and falls over into the bush. I am laughing my ass off at him and then he gets up and takes off running.

I was not sober enough to run that fast. So I stumble after him and watch him disappear when our friend calls me. Of course I am wading through new bushes this time and as karma would have it I slipped and pretty much rolled through. I am surprised I didn't lose anything haha. Then I started to 'run' towards the movie theatre. Wow. What a sight. We couldn't stop laughing. We both had some mud on us, and the cuts were hilarious. The movie was eh, but was a lot better drunk haha.

And we're back!

I'm back! My brain is running at 90% right now, which is far far better than the haze I was living through this past week. I no longer feel nauseous, the world no longer tilts at random moments, and my head no longer pounds. Huh, I just realized having a concussion is similar to being very very drunk, only less fun.

So I don't exactly remember what went wrong in the moments leading up to my concussion. I remember flying into the air, but then my mind goes blank and I feel my head hit the ground much harder than it ever has. The pain was intense, I couldn't even open my eyes. I remember trying with all my might to push open my eyes, but some other force was keeping them shut.

Now, for some reason, not being able to open my eyes made me try to roll over to get up. You'd think not being able to see, your last thought would be to get up right? Well I'm a dumbass. Good thing I was too hurt to move. I felt my limbs shake at my feeble attempt to roll my body over, so I just laid there for a bit. After a few minutes I was able to open my eyes and roll myself over and get myself off that mountain. Whew. I probably should not have kept riding, but I did. After about two though I called it quits and laid in the car while the rest of my group enjoyed the day.

I was slightly terrified to sleep that night, but I woke up the next morning going YES! I WOKE UP! My next thought was, Dammit. I have to go to work. It was hard because I was feeling really nauseous, and my head still pounded pretty fiercely.

It took most of this week for the pounding to subside and the haze to lift, but I'm ready to take on the fresh powder!

Regular programming will return shortly.

Please forgive my lack of comments. I am trying to keep up on my blogs, but I currently have a mild concussion. So my mind is a bit hazy, and will catch up once this fog on my brain lifts. It's not that bad. I can still do complex problem solving, just issues with minor things like counting past 20 (by fives) without my brain drifting off, or other simple things. Odd, because I can do more complex math, it's just the simple things that are hard.

Lady Gaga overload

So while at work today, my coworker is calling a patient and has it on speaker and instead of the usual ringing you hear the pharmacy is suddenly blasted with Bad Romance, by Lady Gaga.

Every one is looking around trying to figure out where that music is coming from, I'm trying not to laugh and all of a sudden the girl's voicemail pops up. I think that's when we all realized it was coming from a phone. He really should have picked it up when the music started blasting, but it was pretty funny. That or he did it on purpose, because the volume was pretty damn loud.

For some reason, I thought it was a silly song, and as karma would have it, seconds later someone called me (and my dumbass forgot to put my phone on vibrate) and it too played 'bad romance'.

So that's what the kid was doing when she was playing with my phone and giggling. I never should have showed her my free ringtone app.

That song has now been stuck in my head for 12 hours.

In other non-lady gaga related news, my other coworker has recovered from her tonsilitis and is back to her usual self and making fun of me.

Me: AGHHHH I CAN'T OPEN THIS BIRTH CONTROL!!! IT'S CAROLYN PROOF!
Coworker: AHAHAHA That's because you don't need it cos you're gay!
Me: So?? BCPs have other uses!
Coworker: Yeah, yeah. Wish you didn't come out of the closet now, huh?
Me: I didn't come out of the closet, ya'll THREW me out.
Coworker: Oh yeah...
Me: I still don't know how you all figured it out.
Coworker: Trust me, it wasn't hard to tell.

Literally a hot ass.

Since winter is in full swing (kind of... SoCal doesn't actually get 'winter' it just gets 'cold') so is my snowboarding/ski season. I've only boarded this winter because I want to improve more and I've only been going with people that board mostly, and I've had some pretty rough falls. Today was no exception. Luckily, I always always always wear a helmet and that definitely saved my life, or at least saved me from a concussion.

I was riding down the mountain happily, going faster with more confidence in my ability to avoid people and stop, and I've been getting better at my jumps too. I've been trying to gather courage to do a 180 turn during a jump, but I decided to be really solid in jumps first. I perfected a few jumps, getting a lot of air and landing in the correct area so it's a soft landing, but I ran into one problem. Multiple jumps while controlling speed.

I hit the first two with decent air and good landings, but somehow failed to slow down enough for the third. The air I got was remarkable, but this also caused me to miss the 'landing zone' by a good 3 feet, or 1 meter for you international folk. Next think I know my board hits the ground flat with a large thump, then I am on my ass, I hear a crack as my head slams into the ground, and I roll few times down the slope before I actually stopped.

For some reason it doesn't occur to me to just stay down and gather myself for a second and I just push myself back up and kept going, tapping my helmet a few times to make sure it wasn't actually cracked. No cracks after closer inspection later, surprisingly.

Now I am home and my butt really hurts. I think I may have landed on my tailbone since it really hurts to sit. It's actually kind of funny to watch me try and sit, I've been giggled at many times today by friends and family. My friend suggested I put one of those heat patches or bengay on my ass. I considered this thought for a moment and could only come up with this reply:

No thanks, having a hot ass is nice, just not literally.

For some reason she thought hurting my tailbone would hinder me professionally, but I stand... all day. And I certainly do not count pills with my ass (thought you all would be relieved to know that), so I am not sure how it will hurt me haha. Silly friends.