I tend to be dramatic when I'm sick.
I got a call from Booger's day care on Friday saying she was throwing up and had a fever. Left work early and rescued my child, who really did feel quite miserable.
Fast forward to my own digestive pyrotechnics.
We were pretty damn sure that our store was going to be audited on Tuesday. Passing an internal audit is crucial to my life and career. Without a pass score, I can't get promoted, which means I can't EVER get another raise, which means the rising gas prices will turn me into a hobo under a bridge and I canNOT rock the grunge look.
Tuesday morning I was a wreck. Scrambling to think of loose ends I may have forgotten along with my coworkers, I pep talked the employees, and waited for our fates. I told one of my fellow managers that I felt like I would vomit any moment from the nerves.
We did get audited (GASP!) and we PASSED!!!!
But the vomit feeling did not go away. In fact it got about 20 times worse over the course of the night.
I was sure I was going to die. Miserably and without dignity.
I still managed to go into work the next day for the first part of my shift, because inventory is coming up and my whole life depends on this. I had two of my best people working with me that day, which is a great thing, because the longer I was up, the more useless I became.
I managed to struggle through my paperwork and left early and collapsed into bed.
I've spent the last 72 hours with little to nothing in my stomach and an on-again, off-again fever.
Worst thing, in celebration of our passing audit score, I went home to bake cupcakes, and then got too sick to eat them.
The cupcakes thwart me. I so freaking want a cupcake! They're awesome and cute and delectable.
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