Little Bit ‘O Ketchup

Get it? We’re catching up! “catch up” = “ketchup”! omg I had such a long weekend…

Ugh, I have much to write about. I need to write a scathing review of Midtown Music, because that festival sucked balls. It’s going to be a long post, and full of rage. Just you wait. But that goes on the back burner for now. Hopefully I get to it before I forget all the details.

I’m sorry, I don’t know how to segue.

My uncle passed away this weekend. :( His funeral was on Monday and…it’s just super sad. He was fairly young, considering his parents lived to be in their 90s. I think he was in his late 60s, maybe 70s? We found out he had cancer a little over a year ago. At the beginning of September they told him all the tests and procedures hadn’t helped and it had spread. Thankfully he did know, so he was able to spend time with family and friends these past few weeks – say his goodbyes. They got to have Christmas with his grandkids. They all live in Alabama, so they’d all gotten to spend a lot of time with him over the years. And I think they’re all old enough to have at least a few memories of him.

Mr. T thinks my family is kind of weird in the way we handle bad situations. My family on both sides is more about joking around than crying and hugging it out. Mr. T has been around for…quite a few funerals, actually. I think the only one he wasn’t a part of my life for was my dad’s mom who passed away the summer after either my freshman or sophomore year at MTSU. I’ve lost my dad’s father, both my mom’s parents, and my pseudo-grandfather (Mama N’s dad), and now my uncle. I think it’s because pretty much everyone in my family are strong  Christians. So the way we view death is that it’s just a really long absence. We know that, eventually, we’ll all be together again. So instead of being sad we can celebrate their life and enjoy the time together. As our family has grown, about the only time we all see each other anymore is at a funeral or wedding. Unfortunately more people seem to be dying than getting married… >.<

This one did affect me a bit more strongly than even my grandparents, because he’s the first of my parents’ generation that I’ve lost. It forces you to realize that yes, one day your parents will be gone. And that terrifies me. This is one of the main reasons I want to have kids now. My parents are still healthy and active. My sister’s kids spend a lot of time with them. And even though Mom way overdoes it with junk food, I know my sister would never begrudge her time with them. I don’t want to wait around and my kids never know my parents. They’re just too cool.

Here is another weak segue.

So I had a long, sucky weekend. Got in to work today and had heard back from support regarding an issue we had with something we’d tried to do at work. Turns out we’ll need to restore our DB all the way back to Sept. 12/13. So we’ll lose about a week and a half of changes. Not to mention – after I’d missed two days of work I was ready to come in and throw down. Crank out a lot of stuff and get back on speed. But instead I had to sit around all day waiting on our systems people to get us the backup, then restore it and all that other hooplah. It’s boring and I’ve gone on for too long as it is. Just know my day was less than productive.

Also, today was the day of our health screening. It’s some sort of assessment the company pays for that just gives you an overview of how healthy you are. They pricked my finger, you guys. A few weeks ago we had to get physicals for our life insurance and they drew blood. I hate having my blood drawn. But getting my finger pricked is so much worse! And it bled so much. So. Much. She pulled the gauze off to wrap it in a band-aid and by the time she had the band-aid unwrapped there was this huge bubble of blood on the tip of my finger. She was like “Oh.” and wiped it off, then put the band-aid on. Which then filled with blood. So she had to take it off and have me hold gauze on it with my hand above my heart for another couple minutes before trying again. Now I have this big bruise on my finger and feel all queasy because blood.

But the most important thing that happened to me today is as follows:

I was using the restroom, as I am prone to do. Drink lots of water, have lots of pee. There was someone in the stall two down from me. Well, someone comes in – singing – and gets in the stall next to me. I was like “This woman has a very deep voice. Kind of sounds like a man.” As I was finishing up I decided to look at her (his?) shoes – so if I ran into this person later I would know. Well. Wellllll. The first thing I noticed was that they were tennis shoes. Which are so not allowed in our business-casual office. The second thing I noticed (yes, second) was that they were facing the wrong direction! So it was definitely a man. In the women’s restroom. Right beside where I wast just peeing. I step out, in a bit of a panic, and the other woman is out as well. She looks at me, mildly horrified, and mouths “What is going on?!” and I’m all “I have no idea!” and start to get giggly. We bolt out of there and wait by the front desk, pretending to chat with the front desk woman. One of the men in charge of the wellness screenings walks out.

Honestly…one of the more exciting things that has happened to me since I started here. Office jobs are so bland.


2 thoughts on “Little Bit ‘O Ketchup

  1. Can’t wait for the music Midtown post. My experience wasn’t too bad, really. Slept through ludacris and saw Florence and the machine. Lol

    • Yeah, Smithy said the previous two years weren’t nearly as bad. No clue what happened this year, but it convinced me to save my Atlanta trip for Dragon*Con and my music festival for Bonnaroo.

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