Alas, I'm still sick.  Threw up this morning finally (Whew hew!  I know you guys really wanted to know that! :p Hey, if I'm gonna be sick I'm dragging everyone I can with me!), fever has gone down, still feel warm though.  And totally dizzy, my head just keep lolling around like a drunken babboon trying to follow the trail of a fire fly having epileptic siezures.  God bless similes, you know you love em!

Drug myself outta bed this morning and into work.  I've no more time left for sick and/or vacation days (I'm such a slacker, what can I say), and we just had a big speech where if you want a day of Leave Without Pay, you must have it pre-approved or its an unexcused abscence.  And since I've worked half way up the golden ladder of warnings (First one is a Written Verbal warning... really, if all of business is conducted with oxymorons, I can totally rule the corporate world with and Iron Fist!  Who's with me?!?  We'll pillage their offices and claim the women for our own, then feast on a slew of vending snacks! Graah!)

And let me tell you what, anger really kills the symptoms for a bit!  Whilest driving to work, of course I get stuck behind a long line of cars going 45ish in a 55ish zone.  Sooo... I can see the lead car, about 6 car lengths ahead... and nothing is going on, no oncoming cars, no one riding each others asses... just a guy driving 45 while backing up traffic... and no one passes him.  So after about 10 seconds of waiting to see if someone wants to make a move, I scream out "Hi ho Silver, Away!"  and blaze by all of them in my Blue Stallion!  And oddly felt better for a smidge bit o time.  An asshole move, perhaps... but smart?....... eh, no, ahem.

Got to work, 2 minutes late... whew... s'alright, I called the boss and said I'd be a half hour late (threw up on myself and had to clean up before I left, mmmm... more details to satiate your minds!).  Kind of irked then because I was thinking of how stupid this was because here I was, horribly sick, and coming to work because if I didn't want to get a three day suspension because the time wouldn't have been approved, but now everyone else will get sick and have to take time off, whether they time or not as well.  And all that kept ringing in my ears were my bosses words (nice guy, a little too corporate for me though, but he's a manager, what choice does he have... I suppose) "Is it right? Probably not, but it is fair."  He said that the day our really cool, best working girl got fired for minute punctuality problems... see, another paradox, egads.

So they ask how I am, and I tell 'em I'm running a fever, my bowels don't proccess nutton right, I feel as though I'm about to throw up, I'm dizzy, red spots are busting out (really strange, looks like someone assailed under my eyes with a needle, stabbing a hundred times) otherwise I'm feeling peachy.  My one boss just gives me a blank stare and says, "Why the hell did you come to work then" as he slowly backs away as if I'm a panther ready to pounce on balding, portly gnome with a limp... grrr... heheh.  So I give him the whole unexcused absence shpeel and he just kinda of half heartedly shakes his head, "Noo, noo... if you're sick, your sick.  Thats, um, something you can't prevent."  Right... real convincing, I know had I not come in I woulda been on a one way trip (almost) to the unemployment line.  Sooo, I go talk to my supervisor who deals with all the personell problems, a real senile bitch, stuck up... 56 years old, outta shape, but still wears tight ass clothing like she was 20... effing fugly!  I try to look for the best in everyone, but this is one of the few people who I can't see anything good or beautiful about!  God I'm vicious today! Sorry.  Tell her I'm sick, repeat the whole unexcused absense spheel, and she just looks at me.  You know that way, when you know they're just judging you and want to say something nasty?  Ech, she mumbled ok and I took off, not before leaving a present outside the door... eh, not on purpose, she just got me riled up again that my stomach couldn't take it.

Thats it, I'm moving to the Sottish Highlands where I can live in a hut, walk out on a bueatiful view of the valleys and raise lambs who won't judge me *sob*... or Californita I guess.

Now I'm at home, bored outta mi cabasa.  Ahh... much better now.  Thanks for bearing through my rantings and ravings, hope they entertained you as much as the Muppet Show Chef does!  Hasta luego kiddies!