Calling out
Today, I did something I never, ever do.
I called into work, citing the weather conditions, which made me extremely nervous, and the forecast made me more nervous. (Though I must admit, the prospect of a day off with Rebecca may have been a teensy bit influential on my decision as well).
My manager told me it would be an "unexcused absence," which is fine. Whatever. He can stick it up his butt. I don't happen to like dying.
Now I am vaguely worried that the accumulation hasn't been enough to warrant my calling out and I feel like an ass...
I just wrapped Christmas presents. Dexter bit off, and ATE a piece of curling ribbon. Oy!
I called into work, citing the weather conditions, which made me extremely nervous, and the forecast made me more nervous. (Though I must admit, the prospect of a day off with Rebecca may have been a teensy bit influential on my decision as well).
My manager told me it would be an "unexcused absence," which is fine. Whatever. He can stick it up his butt. I don't happen to like dying.
Now I am vaguely worried that the accumulation hasn't been enough to warrant my calling out and I feel like an ass...
I just wrapped Christmas presents. Dexter bit off, and ATE a piece of curling ribbon. Oy!