Current mood: 
frustrated
Dumb-ass manager calls me this afternoon and wakes me up from a sound sleep. Wants to know if I'm coming in to do dough tomorrow or if he has to do it before his plane takes off for his vacation. I ask him (through painfully swollen tongue) who is opening the next morning (perhaps this person could do it?). I knew Sunday's opener was scheduled the week before. He never answered. I told him I'd find a way to come in. Why can't he allow anyone else to take on part of this? I just don't get him. The worst of it was when I told him I was really sorry that I got so sick and he says, "I'm sure it wasn't a malicious act." Jerk. He doesn't use words like that, so I knew he had to be thinking it beforehand or somebody planted that word. Yeah, I've spent five days in bed and countless hours in pain barely able to swallow my own spit and not consuming anything except hot tea and NyQuil just to make your life a little more difficult. I used to pity the guy and not too long ago I would've felt really guilty about him having to do my dough. Not anymore. I can't wait to see how badly my schedule next week is screwed.
On a brighter note, Marcus just left for the store and he's going to bring me back some pudding! Mmmmmmm.
Damn, I tire easily. I need to lie down.
frustratedDumb-ass manager calls me this afternoon and wakes me up from a sound sleep. Wants to know if I'm coming in to do dough tomorrow or if he has to do it before his plane takes off for his vacation. I ask him (through painfully swollen tongue) who is opening the next morning (perhaps this person could do it?). I knew Sunday's opener was scheduled the week before. He never answered. I told him I'd find a way to come in. Why can't he allow anyone else to take on part of this? I just don't get him. The worst of it was when I told him I was really sorry that I got so sick and he says, "I'm sure it wasn't a malicious act." Jerk. He doesn't use words like that, so I knew he had to be thinking it beforehand or somebody planted that word. Yeah, I've spent five days in bed and countless hours in pain barely able to swallow my own spit and not consuming anything except hot tea and NyQuil just to make your life a little more difficult. I used to pity the guy and not too long ago I would've felt really guilty about him having to do my dough. Not anymore. I can't wait to see how badly my schedule next week is screwed.
On a brighter note, Marcus just left for the store and he's going to bring me back some pudding! Mmmmmmm.
Damn, I tire easily. I need to lie down.
Name: LaDonna
