Yes, I'm incredibly lazy. ;)
I'll start at the basic beginning of this ( mess. )
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I've stayed home from work today, as the second head I was growing under my arm a few months back has decided to make its return. Only this time, I can't get my stupid bra on because of it. Doctor's appointment has been made for 1:30pm and I'm worried they're going to stick me with sharp things. I'm really not looking forward to this. :/
I'm also not looking forward to going into work tomorrow. I know my boss wants to
have the "Tara, you're a bad employee" talk have a meeting with me and I know what it concerns. One of the other employees already had hers and she filled me in.
Apparently, we talk too much. Which I really don't see as I barely open my mouth at all these days. And it's apparently effecting my boss's work (we sit in a little tiny hallway of sorts) and it's causing me to not finish my work (which I am caught up on just about everything, so I don't see how this is possible).
I don't know. I like my boss, she's great. But, she can be incredibly moody. And I think we've caught her in another one of her bad moods. And they always suck.
I worry on a nigh constant basis about losing my job, financial circumstances in my household being what they are. I know I can easily call the recruiter who got me this job in the first place, he could line up a bunch of interviews. But, I don't want to have to go through that. Not to mention the time inbetween the being employed-not being employed-being employed again.
And I've been GOOD at work, goddamnit. I don't mess around on the internet anymore, unless I'm on my break (and that's allowed). I don't email with people very much, except for my mother when her office phone wasn't working and she needed me to make a bank transfer. And I get my fucking work done.
Yes I've used up most, if not all, of my sick days already. But, I can't help that. Especially when the building has such poor ventilation that I catch every single little bug that people INSIST on coming into work with. Thanks, fuckers.
I hate feeling nervous like this.
I think I'm going to go curl up with the weird pillow that Blue Moon Baby gave to me on Saturday until my appointment.