Worus

Now Listening to: Wings
Michiko Naruke, Wild ARMS 3 OST

I think that classes are going to be a bit easier this week. I’m sure hoping. Homework due dates in algorithms have been delayed from Fridays until Mondays. This change should help me freak out a bit less. Especially this week, with all of the things that I need to prepare for English and Youth Alliance. I was glad to hear that.

Nancy is having troubles at work. I guess that a member of management is working really hard to get her husband fired. She’s not happy about it, and I worry about how the whole things is going to turn out. I know that Nancy will fight whatever happens, but I don’t want her to fight so hard that she leaves too. I would really, really miss working with Nancy. She’s just a wonderful person.

I did go to work today for a little over four hours. Instead of working one eight hour day, Kim asked me to work two four hour days instead of one eight hour day since the claims clerk at Ames had her grandmother died and Ames has an inventory this week. Apparently things are bad up there. I had plenty of claims to file this afternoon. I didn’t get everything done by any means, but I did get the place clean enough to the point that tomorrow it will be no worse than today. At least things won’t pile up really bad.

I haven’t had any time to play Xenosaga lately. I want to finish desperately. The game just rocks. Sadly, though, the sooner I finish the sooner it’s over for probably sixteen months minimum. This is one of those times that it would be super handy to learn the Japanese language.

Life has been exciting this past weekend, mostly last night. Some time last night Joe decided that it would be a good idea to jump from a moving vehicle. Apparently his friends were joking around that they weren’t going to take him to his car. Since he was in Alleman about a block from his car he either decided to or joked about and failed saying that he was just going to get to his car by leaving the car at twenty-five miles per hour.

At 6:30 p.m. last night I get this call saying that I need to come to the hospital. Joe is kind of banged up. He’s going to be okay, but I should be there. The doctors said that he was three centimeters on both sides of the optic nerve from having that nerve being cut, and hence going blind. He’s okay, though. When I saw him the first time, he was kind of embarassed to have us all with him in the hospital room. He didn’t want us to see him like he was. We waited for him to undergo some plastic surgery until about 11:00 p.m., when they let us hang out with him in the recovery room.

Apparently, since it was my parents wedding anniversary, he tried telling his friends that he didn’t need to go to the hospital. The friends could see his skull and said, “No, Joe. You need an ambulance.” When he was on the morphine at first, Joe kept saying, “I’m going to be fine,” and other random, repetitive phrases. His blood pressure was also rediculously high, since he knew that he was going into surgery at any time.

We all finally got home at about 12:45 a.m. this morning. Joe is doing much better. He’s still kind of slow, but he’s decided that he’s never jumping from a moving vehicle again. Work at eight today was very long as a result of my lack of sleep.

I really don’t understand what posessed him to do this at all. Joe is an incredibly laid back individual. It’s not like him to do something rash when he gets upset. It’s not like him to even really get upset. I’m hoping that it was just a decision that came out of being with friends, but I plan to get the entire story out of him when he’s feeling better and there are no parents or health care professionals around.