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Gee..I really hope the weatherman is fulla crap.

I *have* to make it in to work tonight; again, there is *No One* -- just WATCH them make me stay tomorrow, too; once the barrage of call-offs begins..The past two nights were just SO insane (apparently, it was 'Jump Out of Your Bed/Play in Your Own Feces/Scream at the Top of Your Lungs' night, and NO ONE sent me a Hallmark..). It's getting harder and harder; and frankly, it is just going to get worse, with the place changing to all rehab/no long-term.

Not better.

Worse.

I gotta start looking for another job.

*is worn the fuck out*

Thank GOD, I am off on Friday/Saturday..

I honestly have no hate in my heart. The closest I have come is 'absolute-apopleptic-frothing-at-the-mouth rage'..but, no hate. Now, the 'Cold Shoulder', I can do pretty well..yeah..that will have to work for now.

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*Heavy sigh*

REALLY not looking forward to trying to make it up that mountain in this snowstorm. I *have* to, though..Peg actually had THE NERVE to tell me (with all the subtlety of an atom bomb) that 'if I felt I couldn't make it, that she would come pick me up'.

AS IF.

THIS, coming from someone who was off work for nearly three weeks -- calling in day-by-day, leaving us all hanging, thinking that 'maybe she will make it in'..I will do my best to make it in myself, thank you..I don't want to be trapped there at her whim (she has no kids and will *definitely* agree to stay and work a double). No way in Hell.

Bitchy? Why do you ask?

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When I think of you, I just feel sick. I don't want to risk 'talking you up'...but..My GOD. Met my fucking match. It's a wonder we both survived.

I will always look over my shoulder now. Always.

Here's hoping the past STAYS gone.

*shudders*