October 8th, 2004

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i'm gonna explode! that happens to me sometimes...

i so hate that part of the morning, when you're sick, where you're lying in bed, debating whether or not to call in. especially if you work at 8 am, and thusly need to call in when the crew gets there at 4 am, no later than 5.

you lay there, staring at the ceiling, going over pros and cons, all the while, trying to overly feel the nodules in your nostrils and throat, mentally prodding them to see what kind of hell they would put you through if you DO choose to call in. they'll be short handed. i'm the customer service desk person, which means that i have to open the store, cashierly speaking. i called in yesterday. today is payday, so i wouldn't get my check until sunday (i have tomorrow off, too) that will be two days i don't get paid for. but waitaminute. i have 3 sick leave days left, i can use one for one of the days and eat the other, and still get a decent paycheck and not short me for paid leave later on. the managers that i cried to last payday when my check was shorted knows that i desperately need my check, so why would i call in sick on payday? they must KNOW i'm sick. i would have a 3 day weekend, go back on sunday, then have monday/tuesday off.

i can't remember what the deciding factor had happened to be, but suddenly, i was on my stomach, dialing work. Coworker Bobby answered. "um, who's management?" "we have rick and steve." "GIMMESTEEEVE" *holds while billy joel is blasting in her ear* "hello, this is Steve." "*croak* hey, this is aubrey." "*chuckle*" "i'm still sick." he laughed and teased me, about how i must SO be faking it, yeah, sure, *kaffkaff* i'm so sick boss! oh, it's payday? i didn't KNOOOW! oh, and you're our opening cashier, too? greeeeeeeeat", all in his trademark Leave it to Beaver voice.

i got off the phone, not knowing if he was genuinely sad that i was sick, or if that tingling in my ear was all the sarcasm that had oozed through the earpiece.

in related news: i made it through almost an entire roll of toilet paper yesterday, with all my nose blowing.

when i laugh, it sounds like geese honking.

hrm. final fantasy 8 today again? or everquest? decisions, decisions...
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i've always said that there are two types of people in the world:

- those who laugh at dead baby jokes

- those who are deeply appauled by dead baby jokes.

which are you?

and can ya guess which one i am?
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egads. is it just me, or is Bush being highly disrespectful of the mediator and the people asking the questions by running over them and interrupting them? i also admire kerry's ability to state things calmly, for the most part, where bush, by the time he finishes a thought, his voice has gone up an octave and becomes more of a whine than a statement. the only thing he needs to do to make himself look like more of a monkey, imho, is to jump up and down and hoot as he scratches his armpits and flings poo at the audience.

i never thought i would ever find myself sitting here, and outright laughing at a political debate. it's so anti aubrey.

but it's hilarious.

edit: if i hadn't been a kerry supporter before tonight, hearing his abortion view would have so won me over. i want to hug him.

edit #2: i could hardly contain myself when bush turned to the mediator and asked him if he would like wood. rawk. and i think i'm going to hold out for a car until i can get one of them thar hydrogen powered cars he was talking about. and drive in it with your green shaded glasses. or whatever he said.

i'm now listening to people calling in regarding their opinion, and it's filled with people with slow southern drawls saying that kerry just has these IDEAS, and that bush has proven himself time and time again, and we've already seen what he can do, that he follows through with promises.

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