humpday

I really like my job. I know I complain about it a lot, but all in all, it's great. I have my own office (it doesn't have windows, but pshhh, it's an office!), my name on the door, a computer, an unrestricted phone (so I can make calls out to anywhere unlike 75% of the other people in this building), and most of the time the residents are okay to deal with. Not to mention that I've got some great coworkers - Sarah (my housemate), Kim (whose cousin I took classes with), Mike (whose bunny I have!) and the ladies in the business office. Even my bosses are great - my boss's boss bought me a 7&7!

But there are days when I don't want to move. I don't want to come here, I don't want to sit through forced conversations with some of the wackier residents, I don't want to pay the bills and write checks to dysfunctional family members and walk up the street 3 times to do deposits. Today was one of those days.

I was HIGHLY debating calling in, and honestly, if Joe could have called in as well, I totally would have. I didn't get to sleep 'til about 5 this morning (we slept at my parents' house in Westmoreland and my bed is LE uncomfortable) and I could hear the birds outside my window and the dog was crying and it was so incredibly warm. Yesterday afternoon/evening/night was so wonderful and I didn't want it to end this morning... of course it had to though.

OH WAIT NO IT DIDN'T MY BOSS ISN'T EVEN HERE TODAY.

I'm totally staying til 1 again and leaving...