Die, die, die. (Or not!)
Sep. 5th, 2003 08:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thistlechaserIdiot co worker is apparently *again* staying home with his sick kid. (What? One four day weekend in two weeks isn't enough for you, idiot?) Seeing how there are only two of us doing this job, this is really a bad thing.
I cannot handle the phones all by myself for a second day in a row. I had only a couple hours of sleep. I had no dinner. I'm drinking Diet Coke for breakfast. I cannot do this.
I'll either have died or have killed someone before lunch, mark my words.
(Oh thank you, thank you, thank you. He just arrived. The words "better late than never" have never fit better. I could kiss him. Seriously. I think it shows how tired I am, but I'm a tiny step from crying in relief.)
I cannot handle the phones all by myself for a second day in a row. I had only a couple hours of sleep. I had no dinner. I'm drinking Diet Coke for breakfast. I cannot do this.
I'll either have died or have killed someone before lunch, mark my words.
(Oh thank you, thank you, thank you. He just arrived. The words "better late than never" have never fit better. I could kiss him. Seriously. I think it shows how tired I am, but I'm a tiny step from crying in relief.)
