I Hate When People Call Me, Unless I Need Something From Them

I went into work this morning at noon sharp. Well, 11:50 - P.F. Chang's refuses to treat us like adults (probably a good idea, all things considered) and uses its own time to prevent tardiness. 10 minutes ahead of correct time. I'm not sure how it helps. Anyway.

So I get to work and I am promptly asked, "What are you doing here? You are sick, right?" Of course I am sick, but I am also a trooper so I came to work anyway. See, last night after I got doctored I called up to work and let them know I have the bronchitis, acute. I was pretty much rushed off the phone because the restaurant was busy. "Oh well, I'll just deal with it and go to work," thought I.

So I go home this afternoon, get called by ye olde Chang's and am offered up a deal. Work tonight and spend Sunday relaxing/resting. All day. Seems like a good plan, so I accept. I get to work again at five. I am back home again. Although, this time it was due to cool management and creative shift covering by the manager I should have talked to in the first place.

Here is a fun picture of a cat.