Just another blaaaaah Monday
Jul. 19th, 2004 10:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grammargirlI do not want to go to work today. I do not want to go to work today thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much. I want to hole up in my room in my pjs with David Foster Wallace and the nummy chocolate chip-peanut butter cookies Aubs made last night. And the thing is, I could do it. I could call in sick, or busy, or even just say, "Hey BossPaul, I don't feel like coming in today. See you tomorrow!" No one would even care.
But. I'm already taking several hours off on Thursday so I can bum around Art Fair with my mommy, and I'm gonna be in NY in less than two weeks. So. Hi ho hi ho and all that.
Meh. Damn this responsible adult thing. Damn it to hell.
But. I'm already taking several hours off on Thursday so I can bum around Art Fair with my mommy, and I'm gonna be in NY in less than two weeks. So. Hi ho hi ho and all that.
Meh. Damn this responsible adult thing. Damn it to hell.
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Date: 2004-07-19 09:39 am (UTC)Amen to that! I was...
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...this close to calling in sick this morning. (And I have a semi-valid excuse! My mom is expecting an out-of-town visitor, and we have to get the house ready, etc.) Unfortunately for me, I work customer service (most of it via email). On Mondays, I have to deal with the backlog that accumulates over the weekend. If I take Monday off, well, I wind up with an incredibly crappy Tuesday. Argh.