Sick
Ok...so you know you are massively ill when you stumble out of your bedroom at 6:30 in the morning and your roomie picks you up, carries you back to bed, and calls your boss to tell them you won't be there today. And now that I'm barely comatose I'm debating just calling them and telling them I won't be there at all. I positively LOATHE my job. I can't stand it. I just want to run away from it and never look back. But I desperately need the money. *sighs* I don't know what to do anymore.