;_;
Woke up this morning all set to go to work... The moment I finish getting dressed, my stomach goes into sick mode and starts doing flip flops. I took something for it, and that didn't help... 6:30am rolls around, and it's still jumping rope and any other activity it could think of doing, and I knew I'd get carsick if I tried to drive... So I'm like.. "Fuck..." And I had to call out.
I fucking HATE having to call out of work.. Especially if it's something I love doing. I love selling roses. I may not be good at it, but I love doing it. But I knew that even if I went today, I'd feel horrible and sick, and wouldn't sell much... Better to let the other girls who CAN sell do it and sell them, instead of have me take out twenty five and return with twenty.
Fucking hate calling out...
I eventually passed out on the couch from 6:35 to noon.. Tried having coffee and it was like.. Okay, can't do that.. Dad even bought us breakfast sandwiches, and I felt horrible because I tried to eat it and just felt worse. I'm still rather 'bleh' now...
I'm gonna go lay down again.
Fucking hell...
I fucking HATE having to call out of work.. Especially if it's something I love doing. I love selling roses. I may not be good at it, but I love doing it. But I knew that even if I went today, I'd feel horrible and sick, and wouldn't sell much... Better to let the other girls who CAN sell do it and sell them, instead of have me take out twenty five and return with twenty.
Fucking hate calling out...
I eventually passed out on the couch from 6:35 to noon.. Tried having coffee and it was like.. Okay, can't do that.. Dad even bought us breakfast sandwiches, and I felt horrible because I tried to eat it and just felt worse. I'm still rather 'bleh' now...
I'm gonna go lay down again.
Fucking hell...