Why I should never “ditch” work.. Karma is a bitch.
 
I decided to call into work sick on Monday (cough cough).  Bacci and I went out on the town and I decided to stop into my old job.  It’s a seasonal store (ya know.. Christmas stuff during Christmas, Turkeys during Thanksgiving, Pools during the Summer) and I worked there between the ages of 16 and 23.  Granted the whole place knows my family like family and I haven’t seen any of these people since I was 24. Here is a snippet of our conversation:
 
Male Ex Boss Number 1 – It’s good to see you.  Have you been drinking a lot of beer?
 
Me – What are you talking about?  I don’t drink beer.
 
Female Ex Boss Number 2 – He’s asking you that because you have put on some weight in your gut.
 
Me – Oh.. Thanks
 
Ex Boss Number 1 – I heard you are moving out with your younger sister.  What are you going to eat?  You don’t know how to cook.
 
Me – Mac & Cheese
 
ExBoss Number 1 – That’s it?
 
ExBoss Number 2 – What about some diet foods?
 
Me – Ha!
 
They were so serious too.  Granted I have put on weight and all but c’mon what type of people do this type of stuff?
 
Thank goodness I know both of their IQs together does not equal mine and I would be just as rude and obnoxious if I lived their lives.
 
…but still!
 
Needless to say my visit was short.  More on that in a post to come..
 
My blissful day off work ended with me losing my debit card for the 3284972 time and realizing I forgot to take off work this Friday for a Cubs game my bestest and I had tickets for therefore I will be missing the game.
 
I shall think twice before playing hookie from work.

why I should start checking my voicemail on a regular basis and not just when my reader is at 0 and I have already groomed my imaginary monkey.
 
“I have two tickets to Sunday’s Cubs Sox game and they are all yours if you call me before Sunday at noon.”
 
This voicemail was left by my boss and had a timestamp of Saturday 9am.  I received a notification but just ignored it per the usual and checked it while in rush hour traffic this morning.
 
Ya.. I missed out on tickets to Sunday’s game.  You know Sunday’s game where the Cubs swept the Sox?
 
I could now promise to check my voicemail religiously but we all know that won’t happen.
 
The rest of my voicemail box were messages from my FATHER.  We have such a wonderful relationship and he leaves such delightful messages.  It’s a wonder why I fear my voicemail like the plague.

Voicemail can we become friends?