well, i’ve been sick since last thrusday with some kind of upper respriatory infection that my boss gave me. its been horrible. its like getting the double shaft when you get sick on your weekend, you know? i work monday-wednesday most weeks and get 4 days off (which is really necessary when i’m a work from 7:30 am to 7 at night) and as soon as it’s my time off – BAM – i wake up feeling like my head is drifitng in the rafters, only attached to my body by a little red ribbon.
so i go in to work yesterday morning and lets just say it was HELL. i was only there for 20 minutes, half of which i spent trying to shut the alarm off and explaining over the phone to the security people that i was an employee and not a burgler (what in the hell would someone still from Curves – a stretching chart?). the morning crowd, called the “flakes” are a bunch of retired women who come in to socialize and complain and do everything but workout. there’s this one lady who’s just a straight up cu*t for lack of a more perfect word. the alarm went off because she was coming in through the door while i was punching in the alarm code (the door has to be closed or else it doesn’t work). every morning she comes in right on my heels when i’m unlocking the door even if i’m there 15 minutes before we offically open. so while i’m trying to talk to the security people, she’s out of the floor complaing about how “that alarm sound can get kind of irritating after a while” and that i haven’t turned the music on. then i have a lady coming in to tan, i haven’t got the computer pulled up or even all the lights or doors unlocked and i’m pretty sure the police are going to pull up any second and demand to know what the hell is going on and just having the insane luck that i do, i’d end up in jail when all is said and done.
thankfully, the owner comes and everything is okay. as soon as she walks into the office (where i had offically made my hidey hole from all the chaos) i just start bawling. thankfully, she’s really understanding and nice and tells me to go home and take the next two days off. which is bittersweet in that i get to relax and try to get well but then again if i don’t work, i don’t get paid. eggh, i’m too young for all this stress.
