At least I like my job.
I'm sick. I started with the scratchy throat on Wednesday. It turned into congestion and general slightly miserableness pretty quickly after and that's how I was for two days. Day three: I want to die. And I worked all day. And I couldn't go home early because stupid Jen O. has a toothache and was completely useless. She'd let dogs in and not sign them in. She didn't play with dogs. She didn't stop dogs from doing inappropriate things. She didn't mop. She didn't pick up crap. I did everything (other than feed Dixie and Lucy) while sick. Bitch.
And I really feel like dying.
And Kevin and Liz are going to Olympia tonight to see some concert and Brett and I were going to go but now I refuse. I am NOT going to go to a METAL concert when walking or standing for too long makes me dizzy. But, apparently, I can work an eight hour shift on my feet.
That's okay. Four day weekend...somebody traded me an on call shift on Saturday for my six fourty-five shift on Tuesday...but I just agreed to being on call on Tuesday. Eh. I have no life anyway.
Hear that, Kat. I have no life outside of this work place (which I'm sitting at) so you'll have to be ready for me not being able to chill until, like, three. And why can't I get out of work? Because I'm one of the "reliable" or "competent" workers.
It's stupid.
I'm nineteen, remember?
Other than that, things are good. It's really weird to have Kevin and Liz sleeping in my apartment. We went to the awesomest vegan restaurant last night. It amused me that Kevin was super excited for the cheesecake he has not eaten in so long.
Silly vegans.
I should probably let my brother back on the computer. My vegan brother.
And I really feel like dying.
And Kevin and Liz are going to Olympia tonight to see some concert and Brett and I were going to go but now I refuse. I am NOT going to go to a METAL concert when walking or standing for too long makes me dizzy. But, apparently, I can work an eight hour shift on my feet.
That's okay. Four day weekend...somebody traded me an on call shift on Saturday for my six fourty-five shift on Tuesday...but I just agreed to being on call on Tuesday. Eh. I have no life anyway.
Hear that, Kat. I have no life outside of this work place (which I'm sitting at) so you'll have to be ready for me not being able to chill until, like, three. And why can't I get out of work? Because I'm one of the "reliable" or "competent" workers.
It's stupid.
I'm nineteen, remember?
Other than that, things are good. It's really weird to have Kevin and Liz sleeping in my apartment. We went to the awesomest vegan restaurant last night. It amused me that Kevin was super excited for the cheesecake he has not eaten in so long.
Silly vegans.
I should probably let my brother back on the computer. My vegan brother.