Current mood: 
sick
Yep, it's midnight and I'm awake. Not because I want to be, but my poor throat is so sore that I can barely swallow. Yay. I figured it is better to be sitting out here than keeping Marcus awake. I knew I was coming down with something this afternoon. When I got home from work, I was so exhausted that all I wanted to do was crawl into my bed. I did sleep for a couple of hours then, but the darn dog needed to go out and woke me from my rest. That's when I noticed the throat was a little scratchy. By the time Marcus got home from work I had a fever. Oh, boy.
Good news is I don't have to go to school tomorrow. It's a class that teaches about computer hardware and maintenance and the teacher wanted me to test out of it because she knows I'll be bored silly. Of course, crappy school that it was, my CollegeAmerica credits don't transfer over. The only obstacle would have been if my credit hours dropped below part-time and thus I couldn't qualify for financial aid. Looks like that won't be a problem, though. I'll need to scrape together $100 to take the final in five weeks.
That's going to be a little difficult if I don't get more hours at work. The manager scheduled me for five (yep, 5) driving hours this week. Wheeeeee. Pair that with last week's sales being down $5,000 from the week before and $8,000 the week before that. Have I ever mentioned I get paid a percentage of sales for doing dough? The manager is taking a vacation next week. I'm betting the owner is not going to do any advertising until he gets back because he doesn't think the other management morons can handle it being busy by themselves. *sigh*
Well, I'd better go gargle with some warm salt water and try to get back to bed. I was going to go in to do my dough about 4 a.m., but that's not happening. Maybe I should just call in sick. I haven't done that in ages. It'll probably do me a world of good. Guess we'll see how I'm feeling tomorrow. G'night.
sickYep, it's midnight and I'm awake. Not because I want to be, but my poor throat is so sore that I can barely swallow. Yay. I figured it is better to be sitting out here than keeping Marcus awake. I knew I was coming down with something this afternoon. When I got home from work, I was so exhausted that all I wanted to do was crawl into my bed. I did sleep for a couple of hours then, but the darn dog needed to go out and woke me from my rest. That's when I noticed the throat was a little scratchy. By the time Marcus got home from work I had a fever. Oh, boy.
Good news is I don't have to go to school tomorrow. It's a class that teaches about computer hardware and maintenance and the teacher wanted me to test out of it because she knows I'll be bored silly. Of course, crappy school that it was, my CollegeAmerica credits don't transfer over. The only obstacle would have been if my credit hours dropped below part-time and thus I couldn't qualify for financial aid. Looks like that won't be a problem, though. I'll need to scrape together $100 to take the final in five weeks.
That's going to be a little difficult if I don't get more hours at work. The manager scheduled me for five (yep, 5) driving hours this week. Wheeeeee. Pair that with last week's sales being down $5,000 from the week before and $8,000 the week before that. Have I ever mentioned I get paid a percentage of sales for doing dough? The manager is taking a vacation next week. I'm betting the owner is not going to do any advertising until he gets back because he doesn't think the other management morons can handle it being busy by themselves. *sigh*
Well, I'd better go gargle with some warm salt water and try to get back to bed. I was going to go in to do my dough about 4 a.m., but that's not happening. Maybe I should just call in sick. I haven't done that in ages. It'll probably do me a world of good. Guess we'll see how I'm feeling tomorrow. G'night.
Name: LaDonna
