It's Tuesday. The Suck.

[missmiah]

Was very ill most of the night. End result was that I barely closed my eyes before the alarm rang (it now goes off at the ungodly hour of six something in the morning to ensure that even though I hit the snooze over and over I will still manage to drag my unenthusiastic butt to work on time).

I hit the snooze and attempted to pry my burning eyes open for awhile.

I realized how very much I did not want to get up and go to work. I'd had maybe thirty minutes to an hour of sleep, tops. I like my job but hate my boss(es). I just don't want to be at that place any more. I'm sure the numerous excursions to the bathroom all night didn't improve my mood, but still... I really, really had reached the point where I couldn't think of a single reason why I should make the effort to get out of bed and go to work. Not one. That's never happened before. Usually, I can motivate myself by saying I'll meet so-and-so for lunch or I'll talk to dazite when I get to work or even I have a delivery coming from Wolfe's and if I don't go in someone will just mess it up.

But today, nothing.

So I dialed Ass.boss's voicemail and called in Dead.

Really.

She called back an hour later and said she couldn't understand the message, what did I say?

At that point, I'd had a bit more sleep and realized that letting her know I'm planning on leaving this early in the game would be a bad move so I told her I was sick and wouldn't be in.

She called me back twice. To make sure.

Cow.