You Can Lead A Horse to Water, But You Can’t Make Them Call Back a Future Employer
I did something bad today; I stayed home even though I probably could have sat through an 8 hour day. I woke up with a sore lower back, a sore chest, sore legs and sore arms. Oh, and don’t forget the headache. OFMA was holding me when I started to have a small panic attack about work. Its been happening more and more lately, to the point where I’m really worried that if something doesn’t change soon I’m going to mentally check out.
One of my best work buddies quit. Two weeks ago he walked out and I lost my connection to funny websites and the rant and rave that I need to get by. This was also after one of my other co-workers was laid off. Basically, this is the same situation that occurred right before I lost my job in the mortgage industry. The stages are as follows; your co workers start to get laid off; you get more and more work to do, but no increase in pay or really and thanks for doing the work of four people when you’re barely getting paid to do the work of one; you find yourself freaking out that your boss hates you, and then you start to think that you might be correct in thinking this.
So today, instead of going in and spending 8 hours having a small panic attack that would lead to me possibly blowing up at coworkers, I did the semi-responsible, semi-selfish thing of taking a sick day.
OFMA and I laid in bed till 10pm when his mom called him. We joke about this quite a bit. She asked why he was still at my house and he said I was taking a personal day. It sounds so glamorous. Honestly, we stayed in bed, then got up and went to lunch at Jack in the Box before heading to the library.
At Jack in the Box we lived by the principle that if I was taking a sick day, maybe we should eat something that could make us sick. The two of us together consumed: one medium curly fry, six tacos, 1 taco nachos, 2 extra large sodas.
It was sort of like wheeling out a whale when we walked to the car.
We then went to the massive library near his house and walked through the children’s book section, comparing notes on what we read as kids and what we want to read to the future children we may or may not have. OFMA and I walked to the used book sale and totally cleaned up.
Pauline, the Friends of the Library Volunteer, was a sweet lady who had a hard time counting. She finally gave me my stack of books (a Garth Nix novel, The Wind Blows Backwards- totally obsessed over that one in school, a text book on English history and a guide to crossstiching Disney characters) all for 2$. Cleaned up, heck yeah. This is in addition to the 15 other books I’ve bought used in the past month. I’m slightly frustrated, slightly worried that my job will lay me off and that I will have time to read.
I also found out today that my roommate is moving September 1st, meaning I need to find a new living situation and fast. My sister says she’s down to move, but everyone knows I really want to live with OFMA. However, at the moment that option is not on the table. Sigh. He needs a job. My friend is offering OFMA a job, however, he seems to never take the time to go meet with my friend. Its right up his alley and would look great on his resume, but he just…ARGH. He promised me he’d call my friend tomorrow, but I really don’t see that happening. Lame. Super lame.
