So Dar comes in and wakes me up at 4:30 and says they let her off work early, and she'll take me to work so I don't have to take the bus. So I'm like, "YOU'RE AWESOME, THANK YOU!!! T_T", and I reset my alarm for an extra hour of sleep and pass the fuck out again. So then my alarm goes off at 8, and I turn it off, and I roll onto my back... and the next thing I know,
BEST. ROOMMATES. EVER. TTT_TTT <3 <3 <3
So yeah, today was much better than yesterday, despite the increased sleep dep. The work-related stress was minimal. Call volume was steady, but manageable. I got my bereavement leave squared away with all concerned parties in my first break, so I didn't have to worry about it for the rest of the day.
Dunno what's gonna happen this weekend. James (she's trying out a new name) decided that she'd rather have a quiet weekend by herself than go have fun on the Coast. Can't really blame her. So I called Lauren and told her that. And then I get a text from Dar: "I barfed." So Dar's feeling sick, and we decided not to go tonight, but maybe we'll go tomorrow if she's feeling better. So I called Lauren again and told her that.
Talked to my Dad on the phone, too, so that was nice.
BUT NOW I'M EFFING EXHAUSTED, so I'm going to comment on a couple of things and then pass. The fuck. Out.