"When I get a hold of you, I'm going to use your head for a bucket and paint my house with your brains."
I woke up with a swollen throat, just as I predicted. And my voice was nearly gone. So I called work and told Sean (the manager) that I couldn't be there since I was sick. His reply? "Alright, let me give you some phone numbers and you can get someone to cover your shift." WTF? Did you not just hear me? I'm sick, you bastard! Call them yourself! So that led to an hour-long-search for a host to come work my shift. I failed. Sean then told me he was waiting for some calls from another Islands in Chino, and to call him back around 11. I did, and he said he couldn't get anyone, and since they can't operate with just one host, I had to come in at 12:15. Okay. You could use my phlegm for a new, special "Islands dressing". Just as I was about to get ready to go, I got a call from Celicia, the other host that I was supposed to work with, and she said they got someone else to come in, so I didn't have to work. "Hope you get better." Thanks Celicia. That mofo didn't even have the courtesy to call me himself. If I wasn't ecstatic before about him transferring to another store, I am now.
Things got quiet after that. I spent the rest of the day right here, in front of the computer, killing my vision even more.
Aren't Mondays grand?