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dragonlady7I am stealing Dave's laptop for a moment because I actually shut my computer down last night (there was a system update and at the end I was like, why not? Needs a restart anyway) and I know I'll waste far less time on the computer if I don't start mine up.
But, I thought, Y'know, I'd better check my email before work. And flist. Because, y'know, I'm so important.
Well. All my emails were notifications of comments I myself had posted. But that's sort of the way of things. It's probably better that way because if someone had actually contacted me I'd be stressing out how to answer them. (Sometimes I stress out about dumb things.)
I have been toying with the idea of calling in sick. Since, see, I feel distinctly uncomfortable (sinuses, spreading into throat). And there are two ways today could go.
1) insanely busy. Which would suck, as I'm in pain and would hate to move suddenly. So that would kill me.
2) Not so busy. Which would suck, as I wouldn't make any money. So why would I bother being there?
But, I'm supposing today will probably be kind of a middling day, and yes, I need the money and the hours. So forget it. If I'm going to call in sick, it's going to be on a Sunday afternoon, because as nice as the ladies in the Club are, $4 isn't worth my coming in for 8.5 hours. Even if today's stupid-slow, I'll earn more than $4.
I am always like this about calling in sick to work; those of you who I friended during my unemployment don't understand what a freaking hypochondriac I am. (I has de sniffoos! It's the end of the world! But wait, I should hoard my sick days to take a vacation!) Bleah.
OK... creepy... something just went "thump" right behind me, and... nobody's there... creeeeeepy... And it took me three tries to spell 'nobody'...
I predict that I will be a moron at work today. Don't ask me how I know that; I'm just psychic.
(edit) Oh, a note: I edited my previous entry late last night to add a partial listing of the stories that are up at my website, so if you're at all interested in The Epic, that's in the previous entry, edited many hours after it was first posted. Yeah, it made sense to me at the time.
But, I thought, Y'know, I'd better check my email before work. And flist. Because, y'know, I'm so important.
Well. All my emails were notifications of comments I myself had posted. But that's sort of the way of things. It's probably better that way because if someone had actually contacted me I'd be stressing out how to answer them. (Sometimes I stress out about dumb things.)
I have been toying with the idea of calling in sick. Since, see, I feel distinctly uncomfortable (sinuses, spreading into throat). And there are two ways today could go.
1) insanely busy. Which would suck, as I'm in pain and would hate to move suddenly. So that would kill me.
2) Not so busy. Which would suck, as I wouldn't make any money. So why would I bother being there?
But, I'm supposing today will probably be kind of a middling day, and yes, I need the money and the hours. So forget it. If I'm going to call in sick, it's going to be on a Sunday afternoon, because as nice as the ladies in the Club are, $4 isn't worth my coming in for 8.5 hours. Even if today's stupid-slow, I'll earn more than $4.
I am always like this about calling in sick to work; those of you who I friended during my unemployment don't understand what a freaking hypochondriac I am. (I has de sniffoos! It's the end of the world! But wait, I should hoard my sick days to take a vacation!) Bleah.
OK... creepy... something just went "thump" right behind me, and... nobody's there... creeeeeepy... And it took me three tries to spell 'nobody'...
I predict that I will be a moron at work today. Don't ask me how I know that; I'm just psychic.
(edit) Oh, a note: I edited my previous entry late last night to add a partial listing of the stories that are up at my website, so if you're at all interested in The Epic, that's in the previous entry, edited many hours after it was first posted. Yeah, it made sense to me at the time.
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Date: 2005-02-22 03:17 pm (UTC)Have you been reading jennnlee's ghost story? ;)
Hope you feel better, darl. Everybody takes a day now and then; doesn't make you a hypochondriac.