So there go my plans, the movie I was supposed to see with Michael, the time I was supposed to spend with Season, everything I had plotted out.
And fuck the bitch that backed out of working the shift at the last minute. And couldn't call me to tell me, or let me know when i spoke to her wednesday, but just left a note up at work that I couldn't see until the night before. And then she has the balls to ask me to order supplies for her dog.
Which I will do, because I'm fucking nice like that.
So this afternoon, I'm spending my own time picking up office supplies and ordering x-ray film for work, though I haven't been compensated for the last office supply run i did.
Like I said, fuck work.
edit: Ok, it's not all bad. I got to see Michael a little bit last night, I'll see him again late tonight after work, I got a bit of cash from my mum, and I should be grateful for hours I have at work. It's just a little frustrating right now.