One more day on Phase 1! I will be so glad when this phase is over. It's hard to eat a baked potato with out a smidgen of butter and salt. I have always put a pinch of salt in the boiling water before putting in the oatmeal, too. It's been rough on my taste buds. I know it's worth it and I feel much better now I've got that off my chest.
Today was better physically. I still had a low grade headache, but I think I was getting used to it because it didn't seem to bother me except when it was putting pressure on the sinus areas. The rough for me today was mood wise. It seemed like every little thing just annoyed me.
Of course, working a front counter at the County, you meet all sorts of interesting folks. My favorites are the ones that are opening businesses. They walk into our area from the rotunda. They look at our sign (which reads: PUBLIC WORKS CONSTRUCTION/DEVELOPMENT REVIEW); they look down the hall. Once more at the sign; once more down the hall. Then they walk up to our counter and ask, "Is this were I get a fictitious name for my business?" Could someone please, PLEASE, explain to me how the words construction and development would make a person think that we issue fictitious names? We had people stopping to ask where zoning was; where the clerk's office was, etc, etc. Oy! One fellow stopped and said he was looking for the clerk's office. I wanted to reply, "Well, you're not looking very hard, are you? Turn around. See that sign down at the end of this short hallway? What does it read?" I didn't say that. I wanted to, but I didn't. Then to add insult to injury, one of our commissioners hosted a dance performance by a performing arts school here in town. That would have been fine. However, the entrance to the rotunda is just a short walk down the hall from our counter. Again, that would have been fine, but they did a couple of numbers where they were beating the living tar out of some sort of drums. I was at lunch at the time, sitting with my earphones on listening to an audio book and I could hear it over that. The grand finale was earsplitting to say the least. I wanted to stalk out to the rotunda and yell: "SHUT IT!!!" I didn't. I wanted to, but I didn't. I'm just wondering if it would have bothered me as much is I hadn't been feeling so moody.
Well, I'm just glad that day three is just about under my belt. One more day of bland potatoes, soup, and oatmeal. I was looking to see what I would be doing for the next phase...hmmm. At least, there will be fruit!
Tally ho!
Nevada Smith
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