Aeroplanes and Shitty Work
This morning started at 7am in order to drive little sister to the airport so she could fly home to Carnarvon. However, 10 mins after I had dropped her off, I received a phone call asking to pick her up because her flight had left early and she wasn't on it. Poor little sister. :(
On the positive side, all this extra driving meant that I'd be late for work, so I called up and said that I wouldn't know when/how this situation would be sorted out and so I might not come in at all but would definitely be late. This is fantastic news for me. So I went back to bed when we arrived home. I tried calling Mum and Dad, but didn't get through. Apparently Dad called back while I was asleep though and said he'd try and work something out.
Work was just terrible yesterday and it wasn't just me. I talked to a few people who said that most of their customers were being shitty and it was extra busy for some odd reason. Whatever was going on, it was a bad day. I managed to get myself into such a stressed out state over the tidiness of the fitting rooms that I become enraged at everything. It took me offending one of my co-workers, whose a good friend, to snap out of it. It was just terrible. So it was so good to call up and say I couldn't come in today and with a legitimate excuse (was contemplating calling with a not-so-legitimate excuse).
Before I started my shift I bought a new dress and it's rather pretty. I now have a plethora of pretty dresses. It's crazy! I don't need this many pretty dresses! *grin* I'm going to the ballet tonight and am looking forward to it. Maybe I'll wear a pretty dress then... *shrug*
Update: I just received a call from Dad. He's managed to get Laura on a flight home tomorrow. This time it will be good damnit! *determined face* I will make sure Laura catches that flight!
On the positive side, all this extra driving meant that I'd be late for work, so I called up and said that I wouldn't know when/how this situation would be sorted out and so I might not come in at all but would definitely be late. This is fantastic news for me. So I went back to bed when we arrived home. I tried calling Mum and Dad, but didn't get through. Apparently Dad called back while I was asleep though and said he'd try and work something out.
Work was just terrible yesterday and it wasn't just me. I talked to a few people who said that most of their customers were being shitty and it was extra busy for some odd reason. Whatever was going on, it was a bad day. I managed to get myself into such a stressed out state over the tidiness of the fitting rooms that I become enraged at everything. It took me offending one of my co-workers, whose a good friend, to snap out of it. It was just terrible. So it was so good to call up and say I couldn't come in today and with a legitimate excuse (was contemplating calling with a not-so-legitimate excuse).
Before I started my shift I bought a new dress and it's rather pretty. I now have a plethora of pretty dresses. It's crazy! I don't need this many pretty dresses! *grin* I'm going to the ballet tonight and am looking forward to it. Maybe I'll wear a pretty dress then... *shrug*
Update: I just received a call from Dad. He's managed to get Laura on a flight home tomorrow. This time it will be good damnit! *determined face* I will make sure Laura catches that flight!