1:40pm
I can't figure out why I'm so nauseated today. I may go back to sleep. Blegh I feel like shit, man.
David has the phone today so I didn't call out to work. I think it's stupid that I have to call every day when they know I have a broken foot. Anyway, I hope I don't get in trouble but if I do, oh well. I'm probably not wanted back since Traci called corporate on Valicia. But you know, Valicia really didn't give me or Traci a choice. Bitch hung up on me.
I really want a new job. I hope I get one at Kohl's. Like, I'm so afraid that my foot will be fucked up and I won't be able to find another job. Lynne is afraid that I'll have to have my foot rebroken, because I should've been to the orthopedic already and had it casted but now workers comp is fucking around. I guess that's partially my fault for not reporting it right away but I didn't know, and the night you and I went there Valicia should've done it then. I guess I didn't communicate it all clearly.
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