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June 21, 2003
My wrists hurt
I have been reading the new Harry Potter book in bed. And I like to read laying on my side. And the book is so heavy it makes my wrists hurt. So I am taking a break right now. I am about 300 pages into the book. Only 500 plus more to go!
Work today was very slow. My new manager, Mary, said I could leave at 7 if it stayed slow. Well, Valarie came in late and said she was late because she was having back spasms. Yeah, she told Mary she was going to be late because she was watching her sister play softball. And so Valarie wanted to leave sooooooo bad. It was really starting to piss me off that she was making such a big deal out of it. I worked yesterday morning for her, I only got one day off this week so she could work her new job that she is leaving Payless for, and this is the thanks I get!
See, this is why I haven't had a blog before. I am much too afraid that I will write about someone I know and then they will see it and hate me.
Kitty news: Still no results on the biopsy, but the urine analysis showed glucose in the urine, so it might be diabetes. I SO hope this is what is wrong with him.
Posted by at June 21, 2003 09:42 PM
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Good news Becky!
I'm coming down to Louisville and quitting your job for you!! =)
Posted by: Deb at June 21, 2003 11:27 PM
diabetes would be a way better prognosis. lisa's kitty has it and it's totally manageable!
now, onto payless. boy do you need to find a job that realizes what a find you are! you rule and if they don't realize that, they don't deserve you. blah. i still hate them on your behalf.
you know, i have the exact same concern you do about the blog. i have lots of things i just won't write in my blog because... well... i gave everyone the URL, now didn't i? so how the heck am i supposed ot vent? =)
Posted by: arifa at June 23, 2003 02:32 AM
aww, go ahead and vent. give the people at work code names. that could be fun! the only one who reads my blog, here at work, is lance. can you believe that evildeb can't be bothered to read my blog. so when i say mean stuff about her, she hears it from lance. also, their son jacob reads it.
also, you could tell "hypothetical" stories about a girl who works in a shoe shop, and what it might feel like, to have the experiences she does.
Posted by: jodi at June 23, 2003 02:37 PM
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