Bettechoy
I officially hate myself for being lame. I am leaving work early tomorrow so that I can avoid the trillion inches of snow (OK, six to twelve) that are expected to fall late morning through midnight. The last time it snowed while I was at work, Maeg and I had a finger baby appointment that ended just after 6:00pm. It took us three or so hours just to drive ten miles. And I had a panic attack the whole time (mainly because I was wearing crocs and thus has to wrap my feet in plastic bags under my socks so that when the snow seeped into the soles of my shoes, I would at least have dry frozen feet).
NOTE: I AM NOT DOING THAT AGAIN EVEN THOUGH I NOW OWN BOOTS.
CROC BOOTS.
LEGIT.
The sad thing is: I have zero time off (paid or unpaid) until January 1st, and because of that, I need to borrow the hours I want to take off tomorrow from the hours I took off for Christmas Eve. So now! I have to work until noon on Christmas Eve because I am a douche. At least Maeg is willing to pick me up.
Maybe if I stop averaging four days off per month, this won't have to happen next year. That is, if I still have a job due the insanity of the current economical crisis that Finn created simply by not ringing in the new year with G.
The end.
NOTE: I AM NOT DOING THAT AGAIN EVEN THOUGH I NOW OWN BOOTS.
CROC BOOTS.
LEGIT.
The sad thing is: I have zero time off (paid or unpaid) until January 1st, and because of that, I need to borrow the hours I want to take off tomorrow from the hours I took off for Christmas Eve. So now! I have to work until noon on Christmas Eve because I am a douche. At least Maeg is willing to pick me up.
Maybe if I stop averaging four days off per month, this won't have to happen next year. That is, if I still have a job due the insanity of the current economical crisis that Finn created simply by not ringing in the new year with G.
The end.