G stayed up late watching his "Dancing With The Stars" and I retired earlier after watching the "Mentalist". Oh, that blond Aussie is gorgeous to watch! I wish I had TiVo'd the show because I missed a lot of the dialog which looked sort of witty. G will never like the show as there is way too much "talking" and nothing blown up.
This morning started with G being one full hour "late" so I will be taking the dog to day care this morning. G went over the "rituals" of going to daycare. Riley is sitting on his bed in a pool of doubt and confusion. He and G didn't play any games with his toys this morning, as they always do. And I didn't let him out the right door for his morning potty stop. He just growled. Not a happy puppy. I am no substitute for his G.
I worked 10 hours yesterday as my co-worker went home early with stomach pains. She has something wrong with her: appendix, Crohn's disease, bleeding ulcer (no one can get a straight answer from her as she is very vague and I don't think she understands what the doctors tell her.) I think she is having panic attacks whenever she has any intestinal pain. She's "young" for her age and has been babied by her family too much. I always have her take deep breaths and puff on the exhale and she calms right down. But I can't stand over her all day. I have no idea if she will come in to work this morning or how long she will stay if she does come to work. So I am looking at another long day.
G called me at work yesterday wanting to quit his job again. I just wish he had a real job in his field not this silly hourly wage job at Target. This man is a professional trainer with 20 years of experience with a major company. Why does he want to do mindless work and then complain that he has no authority???? Target just doesn't care what he thinks. Not one little bit. But our Target is the cleanest one in the state of Maine (one of Slambo's friends told us).
The things we do to have health insurance.
Time to go to work.
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