More output than input
So I've had what I'm pretty sure is food poisoning for the past few days. At first it was agonizing. Constantly feeling like I wanted to throw up, but refusing to do so. Couldn't stay away from the toilet for more than 15 minutes. Psychotically, I decided to try and work my shift on Tuesday. That was a stupid, stupid decision. And I realized it the moment I got on the clock. Work probably would've more appreciated me simply calling in rather than only working 2-5.
Oh, so hold on. I have to talk about work for a second. There's this clerk who apparently works at 411 named... Dan I think it is. Anyway, he was supposed to be in at 4pm on the day I went in even though I was sick. My managers said it'd be fine for me to leave at 4 when he got there, so that was a huge relief. So it's 4:10pm and he's still not there. There's no number for him listed anywhere. Dumbass. I hate people who don't leave their contact number. What are you, homeless? Leave your home phone number if nothing else.
So I tell Ray (the manager on duty) that I can't find his number. So Ray calls 413 (apparently Mr. Dan used to work there) and gets it from them. So I use the number, call Dan, and say, "hey, did you know you're supposed to be in at 4?" and he was like, "oh, well I called my manager at 413 and he said it was okay if I came in at 5 and he said he'd tell you." Since I was delirious with abdominal pain, I just said, "oh, okay, I guess he just forgot to tell us." What I would've said had I not been in so much pain would've gone something like this, "Why exactly would you talk to your manager at 413 to discuss rescheduling a shift at 411? That doesn't make any sense at all. Get here as fast as you can." But you get less bees with vinegar than with honey anyway. So I stayed 'til 5.
Well today Adam and I got Jack in the Box which was pretty much the first significant amount of food I've eaten since this bullshit started. Surprisingly, I held it quite well. I was expecting a rectal catastrophe. After that I slept for a few hours. At that point I thought I was finally getting over this, and I probably was. When I woke up I was sort of hungry. For some reason I craved pickles. So I ate all the pickles we had in the house, which was a little over a jar. For some reason I had an extremely strong desire to drink the pickle juice. And I did. While I was doing it, I knew this would throw my intestines into horrible disarray, possibly even set me back a few days in terms of getting over this. But for some reason I really wanted to drink that pickle juice. I've been shitting like it's going out of style for the last few hours. And not just a little bit... a lot. So much, that I'm baffled because more seems to have come out than went in.
Oh well. Hopefully when I wake up tomorrow I'll be better.
Oh, so hold on. I have to talk about work for a second. There's this clerk who apparently works at 411 named... Dan I think it is. Anyway, he was supposed to be in at 4pm on the day I went in even though I was sick. My managers said it'd be fine for me to leave at 4 when he got there, so that was a huge relief. So it's 4:10pm and he's still not there. There's no number for him listed anywhere. Dumbass. I hate people who don't leave their contact number. What are you, homeless? Leave your home phone number if nothing else.
So I tell Ray (the manager on duty) that I can't find his number. So Ray calls 413 (apparently Mr. Dan used to work there) and gets it from them. So I use the number, call Dan, and say, "hey, did you know you're supposed to be in at 4?" and he was like, "oh, well I called my manager at 413 and he said it was okay if I came in at 5 and he said he'd tell you." Since I was delirious with abdominal pain, I just said, "oh, okay, I guess he just forgot to tell us." What I would've said had I not been in so much pain would've gone something like this, "Why exactly would you talk to your manager at 413 to discuss rescheduling a shift at 411? That doesn't make any sense at all. Get here as fast as you can." But you get less bees with vinegar than with honey anyway. So I stayed 'til 5.
Well today Adam and I got Jack in the Box which was pretty much the first significant amount of food I've eaten since this bullshit started. Surprisingly, I held it quite well. I was expecting a rectal catastrophe. After that I slept for a few hours. At that point I thought I was finally getting over this, and I probably was. When I woke up I was sort of hungry. For some reason I craved pickles. So I ate all the pickles we had in the house, which was a little over a jar. For some reason I had an extremely strong desire to drink the pickle juice. And I did. While I was doing it, I knew this would throw my intestines into horrible disarray, possibly even set me back a few days in terms of getting over this. But for some reason I really wanted to drink that pickle juice. I've been shitting like it's going out of style for the last few hours. And not just a little bit... a lot. So much, that I'm baffled because more seems to have come out than went in.
Oh well. Hopefully when I wake up tomorrow I'll be better.