Work Frustrations

Today is our ultrasound.  I get to find out if my hematomas have grown, absorbed or maintained the same size.  We are hoping for complete absorbtion. 

I am frustrated.  I was very sick yesterday when I woke up and about threw up everywhere when I got up to get dressed for work.  I climbed back in bed and called my boss at 7:30am.  Her voicemail was on cocaine or something because instead of saying "You've reached the voicemail of..." it just said her name.  So I started to leave a message and it cut me off.  Frustrating.  So I called back.  I started to leave a message and it cut me off.  Super frustrating.  I called back a third time and started to leave a message and cut almost to the end and it cut me off.  So I gave up.

Today, I am at work.  My boss called me yesterday and I didn't answer (because phenergran makes me sleep) and I didn't get the voicemail until 9:30pm so I didn't call her back.  My bosses boss came up to me and did the "come here" thing with his finger that your parents do when you're in big trouble.  Fantastic.  He proceeds to give me a nice lecture about how I don't need to 'screw this up' and how 'they really need me here.' 

That's all well and good.  But I was sick.  I called.  Your stupid voicemail didn't work, so don't give me a lecture about anything.  Check my phone and you'll see the THREE TIMES I tried to call and tell boss #1 that I wasn't here. 

Apparently SHE isn't in the office, and wasn't yesterday either.  That's why it's such a big deal.  "Cheryl, I'm not in the office and neither are you.  You know, we really need you at work."  Well, I would hope so...because if you didn't need me to work there, why would I have a job.

April 16th can't come fast enough.  I'm not twelve years old.  Why would I not show up, not call in and then come in the next day like "oh really? No biggie!"  Forget it.  That's just dumb.

In other news -- my friend Cindy is going to have a baby.  She had an ultrasound and they told her the rough weight of her baby.  Very exciting.  I almost want to cheat on our office pool and change my guess on her baby's weight so that I can win the pot.  But I'm not going to, because that's cheating.  Her baby is going to be almost twice the size of my baby.  He's going to be cute and chunky like babies are suppose to be.  You know, the Michelin man type babies?  That's the kind.  So excited. 

Matt is leaving in like two weeks.  I'm excited and nervous.  Just thinking about it makes me want to vomit.  Or it could be morning sickness.  Either way, it's nerve-wrecking.