usmcsis's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- is it may yet? i finally fell back to sleep around seven-ish, after taking six excedrin migraine. okay, so maybe fell back to sleep isn't quite the right phrase. more like, overdosed. whatever, i got some sleep. and most everything stopped hurting for a little bit. of course, after just about an hour of sleep my mom wakes me up telling me that the operator from work is on the phone. first of all, i'm drugged out of my mind. secondly, i'm still half asleep. and third, i sound like my head is packed full of cement. so i answer the phone with a nice mumbled and slurred (oh yeah, and my throat is completely raw) and whispered/croaked "what?" apparently for some strange reason, i was scheduled to be at work today. i don't know why this would be, as this is my weekend off on the rotation and i wrote out six months worth of schedule and gave it to the scheduler, who also happens to be one of my bestest friends so that this exact issue would not happen. i love her to death but she cannot get the fucking schedule done right to save her fucking life and i don't understand it. anyway, so i talk to the store manager who knows i'm sick as she was in on the kicking me out of the store on thursday. and who knows that this is my weekend off. she asked me if i was going to be in tomorrow and i said i didn't know so she just said to call this evening before close and let them know. then she said go back to bed, take care, sorry to bother you. i was no call, no show to work and she said sorry to bother you. i love this woman. but now my schedule is all jacked to hell which means when i get back to work there is one more issue that i have to deal with. i work the same weekend rotation as marinda works. she is the person who does the schedule. how the fuck do you schedule someone who works the same fucking weekend you do on the wrong weekend and not realize it? blah. and of course, now i'm awake and i can't go back to sleep. mama has gone on her sunday morning ritual buying of the coffee for daddy and a newspaper for she and i so i'll have some salespapers to look through when she gets home. maybe if she and i can talk daddy into getting his ass off the couch and actually going to bed then she and i can watch anchorman. fabulous broads quote of the day:
i�d rather be a woman than a man. women can cry, they can wear cute clothes, and they�re first to be rescued off sinking ships.
toodles 8:28 am - 02 Jan 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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