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Feh. Woke up at 4:30 this morning, then decided I wouldn't accept that, so I passed back out till 6:30. Then I got up and went to work, where my manager decided he'd have me go out and work in a tropical storm for the day (even though Ernesto didn't really get close enough to mean much of anything.) I was still bitter about it.
Then, in a dramatic up-swing, I asked to leave and get some food, and he told me I could take the rest of the day off, automatically taking him from hated to praised. Go figure.
I got home, changed out of soggy clothes, and took a long, hot shower. 3 fudge muffins and a few episodes of "I Love the 70's" later, I'm in a chipper mood. ^.^
"Misery won't get the best of me
'Cause now I'm calling, yes I'm calling on your bluff..."
Then, in a dramatic up-swing, I asked to leave and get some food, and he told me I could take the rest of the day off, automatically taking him from hated to praised. Go figure.
I got home, changed out of soggy clothes, and took a long, hot shower. 3 fudge muffins and a few episodes of "I Love the 70's" later, I'm in a chipper mood. ^.^
"Misery won't get the best of me
'Cause now I'm calling, yes I'm calling on your bluff..."