saifai | Yeah, not so much

The whole logo business card thing didn't work out. I was too tired. Then I went to bed late. I got up at 5am to call work to let them know. It's more of a cursory thing anyway, since the dispatcher that does the scheduling knew I wouldn't be coming in.

Thing is, she usually has someone else field calls for her in the morning. I got the Bitch. Oh, how I loathe this woman. She is Master of No Personal Skills. (The fact that she's the one that started nasty rumors about hubby a year or so back that still linger today have nothing to do with it. Really.)

Me: Tell her I'm not coming in after all today.
Bitch: Well, it would be great if you could come in.
Me: *grunt*
Bitch: Even if it is just in the afternoon.
Me: *grr* Uh huh. Tell ya' what. If I can stop throwing up long enough to make it out the door, I'll see what I can do. /sarcasm
Bitch: Oh that would be great. Because you're just one in a long line of people who've called in today, honey.
Me: Riiiiiggght. Just as soon as that pesky throwing up problem stops, I'll think about it. *strangles the phone*
Bitch: Oh great. So you just call her this afternoon and let her know you're coming in.
Me: Uh huh. First thing. /more sarcasm

*sigh* I told hubby just to tell the dispatcher woman that Bitch entirely missed the sarcasm and that I'm not calling. Well okay, I said this after very little sleep and was kinda drug-hazed and queasy when I said it... so there may have been more sniping and cursing about Bitch. But whatever... You get the idea.

Hubby was trying to talk me down. I kinda lazily swung over my head to look at him, rolled my eyes in time with the churning of my stomach from that move, and then told him not to worry. I hate the woman. She always gets on my last nerve no matter what she says, and she knows it. I'm happy today in a "I'm so tired and hungry and queasy and sleepy I just want to die" way. Plus? Short attention span.

*falls asleep on the keyboard* Zzzzz....