no.joke.times.three.
Last night he asked me if I would drop everything and go away with him. No joke. I said how far? No joke? He said any place from here to Vancouver. No joke. And how close? No joke. Closest would be Arcadia. No joke. Can I think about it I said? No joke. Of course baby. No joke.
So we already had a problem with the schedule, one that I fixed, only to find out that this morning there was no problem and this person wants her shifts back. Poop, because I need the money.
I am also going under anesthesia for the first time in my life a bit freaked out about that. I was told I could be out for 2-4 hours. I hadn’t looked at it was a loss of time but at the moment I do.
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abandonfaerie) wrote,
concerned
