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Oh man it seems like it has been forever since I got to sit down and write. So much has happened. Kids are great. More than perfect. Hubby is still amazing. Work is what is currently giving me issues. But before all that, I went to my biopsy. No cancer. Which is great. All he said was that it was a virus that my body will fight off over time.
I've been doing really well with my birth control pills. Taking them on time. Haven't missed one (yet). And tomorrows pill is supposed to start my period :(. I hope not cause I just quit bleeding about 3 days ago. It would be nice to not bleed for a while. But, it's only supposed to be 4 days for my period so if that's all it is I guess I can't complain.
I feel like I've been working crazy hours. It's getting overwhelming. I never get 2 days off together. I work 4 days, off 1, work 5, off 1, work 2, off 1. Seriously...I need a break. This week I'm working 47 hours. I was an hour and a half late for work today. I woke up sick as hell. Throwing up and shit. And I NEVER miss. EVER. You probably couldn't ask for a better worker than me. I'm not too good to do the shit around the store like the other workers. But I called, and I told him I was going to be late. I told him that I was sick. I felt like I had the flu. Everything hurt. Still hurts. Boss kept making smart ass remarks about me never showing up for work and shit. Told me I needed to bring in doctors notes from the days I went to the OBGYN. UMMMM, what the hell? I requested those days off. I was OFF those days. I don't need to bring a fucking note in on my day off. It's none of your business what I do on my day off. I told him to write me up, do what he's got to do but I refuse to sign or agree to anything.
I asked him when the last time I called in was. HE couldn't even answer. My point exactly. But I did show up for work today, and I did finish my shift. I was a little over an hour late, but I did call, so if he writes me up, he needs to understand that my ass will be looking for another job for someone who appreciates what I do, and understands that you do get sick sometimes. My boss would only understand me missing if I have a fucking toe-tag on. (Dead). Seriously. He's a dick. He even had the balls to call me out about me living in public housing and that I was on foodstamps in front of customers. DICK. He could probably lose his job for that. He could probably lose his job for alot of things (no lunch breaks).
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