i actually have quite a bit to blog about, but seeing as i'm feeling extremely shitty, i'm not going to. in fact, the only reason i'm posting is bc there's nothing left for me to read on the blogs i follow. i'm at work and the only reason i'm still sitting here is bc it's a bigger pain in my ass to ask to go home than it is for me to quietly sit here and wander around online.
although i'm not sure how much longer i can last. i have really no work to do, and the work i DO have, i'm afraid of tackling that bc in my current state i'm sure i'll royally mess it up.
i'm so tired.. my eyes are half closed.. and i'm getting bitched at by the annoyingly pathetic woman who's technically my boss. oh, and 'mini me', her assistant. that's what we call her around these parts.
where am i going with this? no idea. i feel so craptastically shitty that all i want to do is go home, curl up in bed, watch twilight bc i've yet to see it, and nap. my entire body feels like razorblades tried to get to third base with me. i can't possibly look even remotely well right now... and yet... whereas NORMAL people work in jobs where people would think, hm, let's send her home so that she doesn't get the REST of us sick, i work in a job that says, you CANNOT GO HOME BC YOU HAVE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH WORK TO DO. and then i sit down and go, hm, i have nothing. nothing. nothing. to do. no work.
i sit here, answer the phones, and blog. wow. $17 an hour to do that? and she thinks she's punishing me by making me stay here at work? seriously, i must work for idiots. no, in fact, i KNOW i do.
i'm being negative. i know. i'm sorry. i just feel like being five and crying bc i don't feel good. and it's only 10.32.