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Happy Birthday to me. Oh, and happy Thanksgiving as well.
I'm a little disappointed in myself. Though I think I had good reasons for the things I did today, the way I did them showed I really am a spoiled brat. Either that, or I let myself build up so much stress that it's a wonder I didn't have panic attacks over a broken nail.
This morning I woke up at 7:00 AM, all nice and refreshed from going to bed at 12:30 AM. (haha) Then I went into the kitchen with my mother and opened the presents she gave me. She gave me a new bracelet and matching ring, a new little hand-held mirror, and other whatnots. (That I also cannot spell.)
I was supposed to be at work at 9. 9-3. I honestly did not feel good, and had that sick feeling in the back of my throat. I think I could have gone to work like that if I really wanted. But, I started trying to get my mother to call in. To boil it all down, and to let me write as little details as possible, I went to my room and started throwing a huge fit over it. I was crying, and throwing stuff around. I was just so furious at work and my mother and everything I need the job for and all the reasons why I should quit and on and on.
I finally marched my childish ass into the kitchen and called work. I talked to Amiee. I was still almost crying, and I'm not sure if that had a good effect or not. I told her I didn't think I would be able to come in, and there was a very, very long pause from her... If she were smart, she would think of the note I wrote in the request book to be off that day for "family affairs," and maybe Shelly was there and told her how I had called yesterday asking if employees were entitled to not having to work on their birthday, and so on and so on.
Eventually she asked why. I told her I had been puking. And I quickly interrupted myself, because I knew I was sinking, and for some reason I volunteered to come in but get off at 12, or something like that. And also, if Amiee were smart, she would think I just wanted to be home in the afternoon. But, she thought about it, and said "No, you can just stay home." Said in a very flat tone. I asked sheepishly, "Are you sure?" and she calmly said "Yeah, we're not that busy." Later, my mother went to Food Lion, and there was an average of 4 people in all the lines. Anything more than 3 in one line is busy.
Since I've already called in sick once this week, and because of all the times I asked to be off today, I think Amiee either fired me or suspended me. Funny, I think I was saying the same thing on Sunday. I'm going to go in tomorrow to see if my name is still there for Saturday. If it were just up to me, I would be hoping that it wouldn't be. But I pay for this domain with my pay check.