The plague.
I am sick. My head is pounding and I'm fairly sure someone stuck a knitting needle up my nose and into my brain. I cannot breathe. I am going to bitch and bitch and bitch about this, too.
If I didn't worry about hearing Jeff's incessant whining, I'd flat out call in tonight. However, since I do not want to be "punished" for "having too much time off," I am going in for a half shift, and then going the fuck home. I am going to bury myself in layers of warm blanket, and watch cartoons until I pass out. I may try to cough or sneeze on him for good measure.
Kelly is going to bring home soup, kombucha, and orange juice. Thank christ. My head is heavy, getting heavier...
If I didn't worry about hearing Jeff's incessant whining, I'd flat out call in tonight. However, since I do not want to be "punished" for "having too much time off," I am going in for a half shift, and then going the fuck home. I am going to bury myself in layers of warm blanket, and watch cartoons until I pass out. I may try to cough or sneeze on him for good measure.
Kelly is going to bring home soup, kombucha, and orange juice. Thank christ. My head is heavy, getting heavier...