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I really don't want to go to work.

I feel terrible, and my body's screaming 'go back to bed and rest', but I don't have anything solid I could tell my boss, and 'I just feel crappy' isn't a good reason to get out of work, I'm afraid.

Dammit.

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Interview with Highlights Magazine (the EDP job) Friday at 2pm.

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My boss is a wonderful woman. She's given me a lot of help with my job search and been a good boss 90% of the time.

However, at the moment, I'm rather glad I'll be getting a new job soon. (I hope.)

You see, first I got it impressed on me how absolutely vital it was that I find some data from a project one of my officemates has been working on before lunch. Entirely, absolutely, she didn't want excuses vital.

But when it cannot be found, he's out of the office on a personal day, and I made the crime of calling his cell to leave him a voicemail just to ask "hey, where'd you put this?", I got called into her office (she'd overheard part of the phonecall), and dressed down about how calling him when he's out of the office is totally unacceptable and rude.

Oh, and it's my fault he doesn't have the data anywhere I can find it.

Yay.

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Gwuh.

For awhile, I was feeling better physically despite the morning stress. (And I'm sure hearing about the job interview helped.)

But now my stomach's back to beating on me, and I feel like I'm fighting to keep moving forward. Bleah.

Push on, lad. Push on.