I am at work, and my ribs hurt from coughing, and sneezing, and trying to breathe.
My boss won't let me go home...
Maybe if I actually asked, he might let me go... I hope so. I just want to crawl into bed and sleep tonite, but not after taking my athsma thing, some echinacea, and some tylenol.
so much for not whining huh?
insert pause so bossman can read and object to the title...
my boss just said no. I refer to the title of this blog for the reason.
now he's trying to argue, saying he's only a half poo poo head.
Even the owner of the Extreme Pita said I should go home. She's nicer. And prettier, but I suppose my boss shouldn't be pretty...
I should make my boss sick, then tell him he has to come in...
Normally I would write about work on here, but this bossman doesn't really care what I say about him, including this. Besides, he knows I am joking.
Except for the being sick thing.
I want to go home, but he says I can't because then the guy who is coming in at 5.30 will be alone from 6.30 to 9.00.
Boo hoo, more sales for him.
Not like I get any at night anyway.
Blah.
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That's it. I'm coming down there and throwing a dirty diaper at him.. then he really will be a poo head.
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