I'm having...chest pains.

All day yesterday I had chest pains. I thought I was dying, but I might get a little of that from my mother (I can see her looking around, who? me?) At first I thought chest cold. Then I thought it feels like I've been puking all day and now I'm sore. Taking a deep breath hurt. Heart attack? Stroke? I was fine for most of the day til my coworker made me go have my blood pressure checked at the infirmary "cus lots of people have heart attacks who dont think they are having them". Which, BTW my blood pressure? 120 over 76. Awesome.

I managed to pinpoint it to a neck injury. The man and I had discussed the possibilities of how I may have hurt it. I can think of a couple ways. If so, totally worth it. Except that it made breathing painful, so I didn't work out. I couldn't sleep. Today it's not so bad, so I'm hitting the gym. I have a deadline you know. Seriously, if I could be hooked up to a machine that moved me, and fed sleeping pills and sleep through a workout, I'd be happy. I really do not enjoy it. I love when I'm done, and I think back on what I have done. But I dread it all day. I try to think myself into loving it.

New girl is pissing me off. I told her a fast way to do a project that had to be done by 10 today and she started at 3 yesterday. It would have taken me 45 minutes. But I have to stop doing things for her and let her feel the pressure. I said when you get to the part where you have to pull in the information for phone numbers and malls, let me know I'll show you how to do it in seconds. So today she asks me how to get the phone numbers in this file with hundreds of stores. I said how did you get the mall information in there? Type it? Yes. She spent hours typing information when I told her to get me and I'd show her how to do it in 5 seconds. So, I showed her how to pull the phone numbers in with a V lookup (we live and breathe with this formula), and she was amazed. "woooooow". I said "that's why I told you to get me, you spent way too much time doing it the other way".

Not to mention, I've showed her how to do it 50 times already. I honestly don't know what I'm doing wrong. I even did step by step instructions with screen shots from the program and arrows pointing numbered steps. Plus I've personally walked her thru it. What......the fuck. I know it's not me.