DeadpanAnn (old blogger version)

It was yet another training day for me. This one was so boring I had to talk two people out of jumping out the window. You know it's bad when grown people start sending text messages, talking shamelessly, and playing tic-tac-toe in the middle of a workshop.

I'm pretty tired, and a little unsure about how much to blog about even though I did check the employee handbook and it doesn't say anything to suggest that general, non-identifying talk about my job could get me canned. In a perfect world, I'd want to tell you about the crazy names on my roll, but that's probably against the law.

When I found out that my gramma had been in a wreck, they were still examining her. Today I found out that she has a broken rib. It's one of the top ones, and she says it's making her shoulder hurt. I hope it heals up okay. I had cracked ribs one time, and it was excruciating. Just putting on my bra was a huge ordeal, and the pain lasted for weeks-- and I was only 23 years old. Poor Gramma's probably gonna be hurting for a while.

Aunt C wasn't injured, of course. The only thing that can kill her is a stake through the heart. Or a screw driver, if one happens to by lying around.