The Universe Attacks

... and I am just about dead.

Today has been a mother fucker *pardon my french*, but it truly has.

As soon as I thought that things would start to get a little bit back to normal, the universe took one big shit on me.

Get to work, figure out coworker might have the flu, so I send her home.

Fast forward two hours, my boss finally comes back to work, but has to leave 5 minutes later so she can rush home to figure out paperwork for her father. (They are trying to move him to another hospital, so they need to know a bunch of information. And they want it today).
Then before she leaves I hear her telling them that she will need to leave to move him and to take care of more stuff there, so who know when that will be, and for how long.

Boss leaves, so then I'm pestered to write the schedule.

I write schedule, and then stupid coworker bitches and complains about the schedule.

I wanted to slap her, and then go eat my feelings.

I still want to eat my feelings bad- you have no idea how bad.

Now my anxiety is kicked up to high gear, since I have no idea if my coworker will be able to work tomorrow.

If she doesn't work there will be no one.

And I have a hair appointment that I am NOT canceling!
I already had to cancel my massage for today because I had to work, so I will not cancel getting my hairs did. No way in hell will I do that.

And, I may demand overtime pay if they call me in.
Well, I don't have the guts to do that so really that isn't an option.

The only good thing that will come of today?
Tap dance.
My saving grace.

We'll see how tomorrow goes, but cross your fingers that the post won't be as dramatic.
I'm going to go and continue to try and not eat my feelings.

~Bamf