Ok...on Friday I was supposed to announce that I worked a full week of an honest job. I was supposed to pat myself on the back and give me a high five. I was supposed to receive a nice little paycheck of a little over $300. I was supposed to be all proud that I actually survived one week of working a desk job. Unfortunately, this little corporate fairytale did not happen. I did work Monday and Tuesday. Wednesday came along and I got up bright and early to take S to school, my Grande Caramel Macchiato to the vet, and myself to school, and then to work. I only managed to do two of those four things. As I was dropping off Grande Caramel Macchiato I felt a funny feeling deep inside ....(can anyone guess the song of that little quote...btw it's in a movie). Anyways, I stomach started started to feel a little funny. I hurry it up as much as possible at the vet, leave my poor baby to be tortured with shots and things going up the butt, and rushed out of the door. As I'm driving my stomach starts to feel weirder and weirder.
I'm rushing home while trying to do the following, (a) not crash (b) not use the driver's seat as a toilet, and (c) not use the passenger's seat as a toilet. Yay for me! I managed to do all three. Anyways, I arrive home, fumble with mykeys as I hold everything inside of me and burst my front door open and rush to the bathroom and......well, I'm not sure your imagination is creative enough to come up with the rest.
By 10 o'clock I realized I was not going to accomplish my corporate fairytale so I called my cousin. I didn't want to miss work especially in reality I was doing her a great favor. Her receptionist is on vacay this week. Not only that one of her agents (my cousin is the office manager of an insurance company) is missing work this week becasue her daughter is in the hospital. So, now my cousin probably has to answer the phones herself AND fill in on the agent's job so her clients won't leave that angency. I feel incredibly awful (both mentally and physically) that I had to bail on her. Luckily, she understood and wasn't mean about it, which I appreciate. I hope the rest of her week isn't hectic, and I pray that she doesn't get unnecessary greys becasue of my stupid stomach.
I hate stomach viruses!
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Oh, you poor thang! I hate stomach viruses as well...but then, I don't know anyone who would welcome one!
I hope you're feeling better...hopefully it's the 24-hour variety??
Oh no! Sorry to hear that you got sick! I hope you feel many better very soon!
I'm glad your boss was understanding. My boss is very good that way too and it's a blessing!
Kathryn: It was ok. I lost some weight in the process of of hugging the porcelain god. How horrible is it that in the last 4 years the the only time I've hugged mentioned god is when I'm actually sick and not drunk? I think I need me a cup of wine. What do you say? Will you join me?
Penny: Yeah, she's pretty cool. MYB because I AM her cousin, but she wasn't too snappy, which would've been totally understandable considering her situation.
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