What a difference two days makes!
[Edit-This was Friday. Poof, it's Friday! =) /Edit] What a difference a few days make. What a difference a few hours make. I hate everyone at work. (tsk, tsk, do you SEE the extremes I go to? It's got to be one or the other.) This morning, it was fine. Until the person I needed to cover called in sick. This same person who I just stuck my neck out for so that she could leave early and get her tattoo appointment done. Goes to show you, you do something for someone, and they take it for granted. I've been trying to NEVER TAKE ANYTHING FOR GRANTED lately. Unfortunately, I still do. I mean, I take walking for granted, I take breathing for granted. I had to get my consignments and normal end of the month stuff in as well, and then I've had to deal with customers. Then the stupid talker goes on a SMALL break to get her car, 40 MINUTES later I am still sitting there. Still having the phone ring two at a time. How unlikely is it that you get NO PHONE CALLS, and then all of the...