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inulroI was determined to get out to Pandora's Box tonight.
Unfortunately, people have brought their colds & flu to work all week and management have only made some of them go home[1]. I now feel like I'm about to have a relapse of the bug I had last week.
If I were just my normal level of exhausted after a week at work, I'd go for just an hour, but I really don't want my holiday to be plague-ridden. Also, I have to work at the shelter tomorrow and it's likely to be quite busy. If the teenagers don't show up I have to do the rabbits, which is much more strenuous than my usual job of looking after all the small rodents.
I'm extremely annoyed - at this rate I'm never going to get a life. Work is making me lose the will to live, and the ability to go out and socialise would largely counter that. I seem to remember that work preventing me from having a life was why I left my last job.
On the good news front, we saw March of the Penguins last night! Very glad I made the effort to do that.
[1] Annoyingly enough, only the ones who are capable of suffering in silence. Those who whine, literally, as loudly as possible about how shit they feel got to stay. And people wonder why I'm suicidal.
Unfortunately, people have brought their colds & flu to work all week and management have only made some of them go home[1]. I now feel like I'm about to have a relapse of the bug I had last week.
If I were just my normal level of exhausted after a week at work, I'd go for just an hour, but I really don't want my holiday to be plague-ridden. Also, I have to work at the shelter tomorrow and it's likely to be quite busy. If the teenagers don't show up I have to do the rabbits, which is much more strenuous than my usual job of looking after all the small rodents.
I'm extremely annoyed - at this rate I'm never going to get a life. Work is making me lose the will to live, and the ability to go out and socialise would largely counter that. I seem to remember that work preventing me from having a life was why I left my last job.
On the good news front, we saw March of the Penguins last night! Very glad I made the effort to do that.
[1] Annoyingly enough, only the ones who are capable of suffering in silence. Those who whine, literally, as loudly as possible about how shit they feel got to stay. And people wonder why I'm suicidal.
