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I never should have gotten out of bed this morning. I knew that when I woke up at 7:15 this morning. I seriously considered calling in sick to work. I think I caught a cold from my nephew this weekend when I went home. I could have just gone back to bed, slept through my class, gone up to lunch and had a relatively decent day. But then I remembered that we were going to be talking about gay marriages in Deviant Sociology and thus I *wanted* to go to class... and if I was going to be going to class anyway, I might as well get up and go to work especially since I was already awake. So I went ahead and got dressed. Got up just late enough that I didn't have time to take a shower so I had to go in feeling all grimy and dirty. Made it to work and everything was alright for awhile. Checked my e-mail and my LJ. Then a little before 9:00 AM this woman comes in looking for someone to talk to about her son's Dining Dollars and some kind of problem she's having. So I spend a few minutes trying to understand what her problem is and how to help her. After a while I begin to realize that this is not our mistake she simply doesn't understand the way they work. She gets angrier by the minute. Debbie comes over and starts trying to explain things to her as well. This does not work as Debbie has a rather caustic personality on a good day and this woman had already pissed us off because she was trying to blame us for something that was her own fucking problem. It is not our fault that her son wasted all his money on pizza and RedZone! So then Sherry comes in and starts talking to her as well. Luckily I escaped for part of it because my cell phone rang. It was Mom telling me that I had some package at the house and did I want her to make a point of bringing it today or would it be alright to wait until next weekend. I told her next weekend would be fine. I don't know how Debbie and Sherry finally managed to get rid of the crazy woman, but when I got done talking to Mom she was finally gone. By this point it was 9:30 AM. Turns out this woman was a professor so we looked her up in the system and guess who it was... Professor Onyekwuluje, my Sociology advisor whom I'd previously never met... that ought to get us off to a good start... maybe she won't recognize me? Anyway, started putting in the overnight credit cards but I kept getting interrupted so I only ever got half of them done. This is the first time all semester that I haven't finished them, even on times when there's been a lot more of them.
A few minutes later Debbie got a call on her cell phone that I think was from her granddaughter's school because she was sick and wanted to be taken home. So Debbie got her purse and stuff and headed out the door. She came back in a few minutes later and came over to me. The conversation went something like this:
"Katie, I think there's something wrong with your brother. He's outside laying on the concrete and he says he's having stomach cramps. I told him he should see a doctor or something but he said he'll be alright. Can you go try to talk to him?"
"Well, I can try but I don't know how much good it will do."
So I go outside and Danny's sitting on the concrete. He doesn't really look to good which I had been noticing all morning. Conversation ensued:
"You know, Danny, it wouldn't look to good on the school if you died out here on the sidewalk."
"Yeah, that's what I hear"
"Maybe you should go see a doctor or something"
"You really think so?"
"Yeah, you've been looking pretty sick all morning."
"I've been feeling pretty sick all morning. It sort of feels like a bad stomach cramp"
"If it's that bad, you should go to a doctor. Your appendix could explode or something."
"Yeah, I guess maybe you're right."
And then he proceeded to walk off towards the Health Services center. Debbie and Sherry came out and walked with him to make sure he made it alright.
I went back inside and watched to shop until Nicole got there at a little after ten. Debbie and Sherry came back in right as I was about to leave and said they'd taken him back to look at him.
I was feeling too tired to walk back to the dorm and then have to go to class an hour later, so I went up to the third floor of DUC to nap on a couch for a while. I didn't sleep very well. I woke up at about 11:00 AM and realized I should start heading to class. I sat up and then promptly fell over sideways and passed out on my backpack. I woke up at noon with a crick in my neck. I stumbled up to lunch to see my friends and try to stop having such a suck-ass day.
As I was walking up towards Grise to take the elevator, my cell phone rang. It was Sherry. She felt she should call and tell me that the doctor thought Danny had appendicitis so his girlfriend was going to come get him and take him to the hospital. Lovely. Guess I was right, after all.
At least my day didn't manage to get any worse at lunch. Other than the fact that I'm still sneezing every fricking ten seconds.
Now I intend to go take a *long*, *leisurely*, *hot* shower followed by a nap.
A few minutes later Debbie got a call on her cell phone that I think was from her granddaughter's school because she was sick and wanted to be taken home. So Debbie got her purse and stuff and headed out the door. She came back in a few minutes later and came over to me. The conversation went something like this:
"Katie, I think there's something wrong with your brother. He's outside laying on the concrete and he says he's having stomach cramps. I told him he should see a doctor or something but he said he'll be alright. Can you go try to talk to him?"
"Well, I can try but I don't know how much good it will do."
So I go outside and Danny's sitting on the concrete. He doesn't really look to good which I had been noticing all morning. Conversation ensued:
"You know, Danny, it wouldn't look to good on the school if you died out here on the sidewalk."
"Yeah, that's what I hear"
"Maybe you should go see a doctor or something"
"You really think so?"
"Yeah, you've been looking pretty sick all morning."
"I've been feeling pretty sick all morning. It sort of feels like a bad stomach cramp"
"If it's that bad, you should go to a doctor. Your appendix could explode or something."
"Yeah, I guess maybe you're right."
And then he proceeded to walk off towards the Health Services center. Debbie and Sherry came out and walked with him to make sure he made it alright.
I went back inside and watched to shop until Nicole got there at a little after ten. Debbie and Sherry came back in right as I was about to leave and said they'd taken him back to look at him.
I was feeling too tired to walk back to the dorm and then have to go to class an hour later, so I went up to the third floor of DUC to nap on a couch for a while. I didn't sleep very well. I woke up at about 11:00 AM and realized I should start heading to class. I sat up and then promptly fell over sideways and passed out on my backpack. I woke up at noon with a crick in my neck. I stumbled up to lunch to see my friends and try to stop having such a suck-ass day.
As I was walking up towards Grise to take the elevator, my cell phone rang. It was Sherry. She felt she should call and tell me that the doctor thought Danny had appendicitis so his girlfriend was going to come get him and take him to the hospital. Lovely. Guess I was right, after all.
At least my day didn't manage to get any worse at lunch. Other than the fact that I'm still sneezing every fricking ten seconds.
Now I intend to go take a *long*, *leisurely*, *hot* shower followed by a nap.
