I very nearly quit my job yesterday after working 12 hours with a migraine. They KNEW I had a migraine. they TOLD me I looked awful and felt badly for me, but they wouldn't let me just sit quietly - or better yet, go home. Nooooo, they made me stay because we were down a sales associate who's in the hospital (lucky lady!). I ended up taking paperwork home with the intentions of finishing it (its still in my purse)

I did take home two area rugs last night. One I unrolled this morning to find a hole in it after I moved the dining room table AND CHAIRS ON TOP OF IT. tHE SECOND WAS "NICE" BUT I WASN'T SURE IF I WAS IN LOVE WITH IT. I WAS WALKING DOWNSTAIRS WITH LAUNDRY WHEN I SAW harry PEEING ON IT. oOPS, SORRY CAPS LOCK -- TOO DARNED TIRED AND FRustrated to retype) HArry was my only male without crystal issues. Not now. He's currently doing the tell-tale lickety lick.

That did it. As I dropped the laundry basket and grabbed the odor cleaner, I had a mini breakdown. Now I'm all cried out and my head still hurts. I have no idea how I'm going to make it til the end. I have off today and tomorrow. If one more thing goes wrong...