Why is it that the only day I call in sick with a migraine from hell:
a) my SheBoss leaves her cell phone on my desk and I have to leave a voicemail (which confuses the HeBoss) that she doesn’t get,
b) a construction crew starts work on the huge apartment complex immediately behind my bedroom window and I can’t sleep through it?
Seriously; Murphy … you and your laws suck ass.
HeBoss called to wonder where I was and I had to re-explain why I’m not in at my desk slaving away right now. I felt bad, but he wasn’t upset, just confused. I took Friday off and so missing Wednesday AND Friday will stress me out a bit. Unfortunately I’m missing dance class tonight … so maybe I can get one of the dancers to teach me the first class’ worth before next week. Maybe. If not oh well. *shrug*
I had a dream about an ex-boyfriend last night. It was an ex from when >TheEx and I took our one-year break in college. He was two years younger than me (and I was a Freshman in college!) and needless to say, it didn’t last. But yeah, it was a weird dream. I woke up and wanted it to continue. LOL Strangeness.
I must return to vegetation in my chair while I watch the last episode of Wonderfalls while scratching my 10-day-old peeling sunburn and then I think I’ll watch Under the Tuscan Sun and it will make me cry.
Edited to add: I called The Oregon Gymnastics Academy about their part-time (3:3o-9pm Mon, 9am-3:30pm Sat & Sun) customer service position and have an interview next Monday at 4pm. I’m excited about it, the woman I spoke with sounded very peppy and gymnastic-y. : )
Cool! Good luck with the job hunting.
I hope the migraine is now just a nasty memory and the construction is done and the job is yours! Whew! When it rains, it pours, doesn’t it? Damned Murphy.