Death.

[pixypowerranger]

I fear I lay upon the brink of death...alright...I think I may have the flu, which is not as bad as death (for some) but it's still pretty crappy. I know it's bad because I actually called in sick to work. That's not something that I do...I usually show up and hope that they have enough compassion to send me home. But that wasn't even an option today. But still I feel guilty for doing it. My shift was 5:30 in the morning. At that point the store opens...and there's a grand total of 3 people in the store. One is a baker...so he's out back not able to help out up front. The second one is a midnight person, so they are stuck on Drive thru window. And the third is Karen. Karen is our 5AM person. So when I called at 4AM this morning explaining that I was on my deathbed...they're used to my over-dramatics...there wasn't really anything that they could do like call in someone else. I feel bad. Maybe I'll bring Karen a present tomorrow morning...I don't care if Im on an Iron lung...Im going to work tomorrow.

My boyfriend just called to check up on me...how cute. He's sick too... But he doesn't have the luxury of calling in sick that I do. He opens his store...and no-one else there is trained to do that...well except for the manager...and she wouldn't do it if her life depended on it.

But I think I'll go back to sleep...Hopefully I'll feel better when I wake up.