I wish I would have been into working in my 20s as I am now. Working 60 hours a week now isn’t all that terrible to me now but in my twenties I was lucky if I was able to work 40 hours and still have my sanity. Of course, having jobs you like does make a difference. IDK…wish I would have found jobs I like way back then and I’d be much farther ahead. Still working toward my passion though.
I was sick yesterday. I had to miss work and I am so pissed that I missed those hours. Irritated. I was fine Saturday, my day off, until about 11pm…Intestines started feeling a bit swirly, then I started having watery diarrhea. In the middle of the night I puked my guts out, or so I thought. That is not like me. I usually don’t even vomit…
Oh, but I wasn’t finished. I went into work feeling like death. Sat around for almost an hour hoping to feel better. I didn’t even start my van. I went to bathroom and puked some more–got some on my uniform. I knew I was done at that point. I had to get someone to come in and work for me. Luckily someone did.
I stayed in bed all day Sunday. I even ordered my groceries–needed broth and Vernor’s. I didn’t eat anything all day yesterday regardless. Now I am feeling better. Yay! But why did I have to miss a day of work? Booo!
Now I am ready to work and it is my day off. I have 2 off in a row, though I still go into McDonald’s for 3 hours each morning. I guess I will have to work on getting stuff done around the house.
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