Ugh. Work sucks. Like a cheap whore.
Seriously, it does.
I hardly ever feel well. Hardly *evar*. When I was hired, they knew this. Too bad that didnt mean a damn thing. Here, I was under the impression that when they said it was okay, I really thought it was okay. Silly me.
Okay, so I actually get sick, not hurting like normal, with the IBS and all. As gross as it sounds, but Im puking so much, its sort of friggin impossible to call into work at the very time they want me to call in. So sorry. But, then again, I suppose I could have just called in at like, 5 a.m. I honestly wanted to go to work. It pissed me off when I got sick and couldnt. It also pissed me off when they said that they didnt believe me.
So, I drag my sick little ass into work this morning (Christmas Eve, mind you) at 6:45 a.m. Almost passed out a bazillion times, although I only felt like I was gonna throw up. Thank God I didnt actually puke. I hate doing it, in general, but in public places just freaks me out for some reason. I guess its embarassing. I dont like being sick in public. Well, I dont like being sick at all, but Id prefer to do it in my own damn home. thankyouverymuchdamnit.
I also ended up leaving work early, cause I couldnt stand up without feeling like I was gonna drop again. Of course, that wasnt reason enough for anything else to stop. When my mom came to get me, we went to Sam's Club (stupid store where you can only buy shit in bulk) for like, 2 hours. I thought I was gonna die, but I made it. I got [more] presents for Linz, Josh and Cody. Oh, and I bought the stuff for punch on Christmas, and a bigass can of HoneyRoasted Peanuts. Mmm peanuts. XD
Got home, and half an hour later, mom decides were going to go to my grandparents. Right then, no ifs, ands, or buts. Ugh. At least I got to see my sister, and her kids. I got to hold Grayson this time (hes 6 months old now) and he didnt start crying until his brother got jealous and started making faces. XD
And now that Im online chatting with people, Im getting tired of typing. Not just typing in general, but tired of typing my feelings. Im sick of them not meaning anything to anyone. You know who you are, I dont need to say anything.
Maybe Ill tell about my loverly Christmas thingie were having tomorrow, I dunno. All depends on if I feel like it or not.
♥
Jessi
I hardly ever feel well. Hardly *evar*. When I was hired, they knew this. Too bad that didnt mean a damn thing. Here, I was under the impression that when they said it was okay, I really thought it was okay. Silly me.
Okay, so I actually get sick, not hurting like normal, with the IBS and all. As gross as it sounds, but Im puking so much, its sort of friggin impossible to call into work at the very time they want me to call in. So sorry. But, then again, I suppose I could have just called in at like, 5 a.m. I honestly wanted to go to work. It pissed me off when I got sick and couldnt. It also pissed me off when they said that they didnt believe me.
So, I drag my sick little ass into work this morning (Christmas Eve, mind you) at 6:45 a.m. Almost passed out a bazillion times, although I only felt like I was gonna throw up. Thank God I didnt actually puke. I hate doing it, in general, but in public places just freaks me out for some reason. I guess its embarassing. I dont like being sick in public. Well, I dont like being sick at all, but Id prefer to do it in my own damn home. thankyouverymuchdamnit.
I also ended up leaving work early, cause I couldnt stand up without feeling like I was gonna drop again. Of course, that wasnt reason enough for anything else to stop. When my mom came to get me, we went to Sam's Club (stupid store where you can only buy shit in bulk) for like, 2 hours. I thought I was gonna die, but I made it. I got [more] presents for Linz, Josh and Cody. Oh, and I bought the stuff for punch on Christmas, and a bigass can of HoneyRoasted Peanuts. Mmm peanuts. XD
Got home, and half an hour later, mom decides were going to go to my grandparents. Right then, no ifs, ands, or buts. Ugh. At least I got to see my sister, and her kids. I got to hold Grayson this time (hes 6 months old now) and he didnt start crying until his brother got jealous and started making faces. XD
And now that Im online chatting with people, Im getting tired of typing. Not just typing in general, but tired of typing my feelings. Im sick of them not meaning anything to anyone. You know who you are, I dont need to say anything.
Maybe Ill tell about my loverly Christmas thingie were having tomorrow, I dunno. All depends on if I feel like it or not.
♥
Jessi