Oh I didn't mean 'quitting'. I just meant more like stop caring, like why should I go the extra mile to cover people's asses so we don't look bad on-air, when they don't give a rat's ass whether or not I show up to work.

See, I'd called my boss to tell him I'd be late. Then I called Ethan who isn't my boss exactly, but when Kevin and Peter are away from the office Ethan 'watches over' us (pardon me while I puke). I got Ethan's voice mail so I left him a message saying I needed someone to cover the first half of my shift.

I got no callback from EITHER ONE OF THEM. I mean, what am I supposed to do? I called my boss, Peter's on vaca, so Ethan was my next bet. What if I was in a car accident??? So I came in, but I was still late. I called Ethan back and literally said, "Cancel that request, I don't need anyone to cover for me, I'll be in but I'll be late."

Out of those three Peter is the only one who is cool. But he looks like an altar boy, it's so hilarious. He just got married to this girl he met in Russia while teaching English to poverty-stricken kids. Or something like that, I don't remember the exact details.

Anyway, *woo*, little tangent there! See I get distracted too.

And I do feel better now, 'cause you left me a comment. :) Although I missed hearing from you today like I heard from you yesterday. :( You spoiled me with all those text messages/comments. And you definitely put a smile on my face. :) <-- See? ;)

You know, at some point, you have to go, "This would be so much easier by phone..."

Yes, you SHOULD dread it! Stay at home as long as you can! Don't move out on your own until you absolutely HAVE to!

Okay, that's all the sage advice I have today. :)