Sep 11, 2004 00:52
Thursday I called off work. All three of us were sick, still are. Luckily I'm the only one who had the fever & not the baby. I didn't want to call off. I really need the money, I love the kids dearly, & the last time I worked there I was going through shit with a phychotic burgler roommate person so I ended up pulling a lot of no call/no shows. I was afraid to leave the house because everytime I came home stuff was missing. That's ok, a friend of mine sold what was left of her stuff (after about 6 months) on eBay to cover a tiny bit of the few grand she owes me. I digress.
So I hated to call off because my boss has been so kind in giving me a job there again & I don't want to let her down. But I was really THAT sick. I was so sick that I forgot to call my ride home & tell him that he didn't need to make the 35-45 minute drive to the Y, nor did he have to search there for me for about 40 minutes since he also had company coming over at 7pm (I would've gotten off at 6pm). The only reason I figured out my mistake was because he called. I feel so bad about this, even though he said it was no big deal. I hate it when my brain turns into snot. I told him he could skewer me if he wanted but he'd have to scrape out the snot first, so I could properly enjoy it.