last night, that was the quickest ER visit I've ever had,
he thinks I picked up something on the job.
put me on Prednisone. I'm going in late, if at all.
I'll try to make it by 10 a.m.
My wrist doesn't itch, even though it looks like bites,
but I have them nowhere else on my body,
and it was swollen when I went into ER.
It's always something, isn't it? It's going to hurt putting those gloves on again today.
I left it up to my boss, I'll either get another dose of meds in and then come in later,
or just want until the main event tomorrow. There were too many people in that small kitchen
as it is, and very disorganized on our time, then everybody was in trouble for waiting on them
to start our assembly of food boxes. I liked it though, and I want to go in today.
I texted her the pic I sent you of my wrist, but she just called me at 6:30 a.m. and asked if I can
come in early, no reaction. I just left her a message and said I ER paperwork, and I want to work
but I don't know what to do.
These two Mexican women running this company are not too bright,
and they do more babysitting than anything. Lots of blacks, young people,
and they all they do is complain.
Still it's a job, and we have got to have this money right now. And I don't want to burn this bridge.
What are your thoughts?Phil thinks it looks like bug bites, but I don't know, it's blotchy red,
it looks better today, but white puffy skin around the red.
I may have jumped the gun, I'm not sure.
The predinose is already killing me, couldn't sleep at all when I laid down at 2:30 a.m.
I remember that from Beth.
I have a great way of screwing up my life. I bet she won't call me.
Another job, gone. But if it is,
I want to apply for a cargiver job at Good Samaritan House in Clinton.
4 hours shifts. This working full time hours is both good and bad.
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