Uh oh, Spaghetti-o’s

*SADFACE*

My boss left on a trip to…some german sounding place for a year and now I have a replacement boss who’s sort of a giant bitch.

Well anyway, onto what the blog is about…

See, I’ve been feeling sick. In fact I got Strep Throat. Well HAD the strep. So I couldn’t come into to work because I was so ill. They wouldn’t have let me stay anyway and even if I did manage to rack up the energy to walk 2 fucking miles and take two fucking buses, there would be no work for me to do since the people who give me work can be unbelievably slow. Anyway, so while I’m not at work, I’ve been laying in bed, playing PSP since that is all I can do. Lay there, take meds, drink a lot of water, eat terrible disgusting soup and that’s it. At one point it was so bad, that I couldn’t eat anything because my larynx was swelled up to the size of a fucking cue ball and every time I swallowed, it felt like someone stabbed my throat with an ice pick. Okay well MAYBE I might have had sex too. MAAAAYBE. I ain’t telling nobody, nuthin’!
Well I call in to tell my replacement boss that I’ll be out today too.

“Okay, well if you’re coming in tomorrow, make sure you bring a Doctor’s note releasing you back into working conditions.”

Waitwaitwaitwait, whaaaat? A doctor’s note? Really? Is this fucking high school all over again where I need to bring notes when I’m away? I understand that I’m still in my probationary period, but Jesus Christ. What’s the problem with that? Okay, I’ll tell you. First off, I was at home all day those times I was out which was only 2 days. I live out in the middle of fucking nowhere and the only person who can drive me to a clinic is at work. So I didn’t go to a clinic. Instead, I had to call my doctor and ask them what I could do to feel better. How the fuck am I gonna get a note? Drag my sickly self 5 miles to the nearest fucking clinic?

Awww, man, if my REAL boss was there, he’d understand what I’d tell him. When I go to work tomorrow and tell miss Super Bitch what happened, she’s just gonna tell me about how bad I’m making myself look.

Uuugh. Well I need a note or some kind of proof that I was sick or I’m gonna be in troooouble. I think.
Not only that but I have a dentist appointment that I completely forgot about until today that I have tomorrow. So I might have to leave work early in order to go or reschedule. But I’d rather just get it out of the way. Problem is, I can’t fucking remember what time I was supposed to go. Was it 2:00pm? Was it 2:30pm? Can’t remember. Ehhh…maybe I’ll just go in extra early…like maybe at 12:00pm or something. I don’t know how I’m gonna work this out.

KJBWEOFJBEOGJBREJG SO MUCH CRAP TO DEAL WITH.

On a side note, Nass is right. What the fuck happened to us Skyping a lot like we used to. I had so much fun when we all had our little chats together. I miss it.

FFFF. My body aches so much. Think I’mma go lay down for a while, take some advil and take a nap or some shit…

Happy summer vacation, clusterfucks.

‘Till next time.

~Jaz