So, I woke up this morning (Morning being like 3 in the afternoon for me.) and I was like 123971387% positive that it was fucking Thursday. It wasn't. Today is Wednesday. Which meant that I was supposed to be at work. The only reason I even turned up for work was because my mom told me it was Wednesday. ALL OF YESTERDAY, I FUCKING OBSESSED TO EVERYONE AT WORK that it was my "friday" and told them that I had Thursday and Friday off. NO ONE. NOT ONE OF THE PEOPLE I WORK WITH, told me that it was Tuesday, not Wednesday. Wow. Assholes. Thanks.
So I was an hour late to work today. But it wasn't a big deal. I was kind of surprised that no one called me to ask me where the hell my ass was. When I called into tell J.D he basically just told me to get my ass to work. It's okay. Shit happens. The days, they run together when you work overnight shift all the goddamn time you never know what day of the week it is. Because you come in on a fucking Thursday and leave on Friday. IT DOESN'T CLICK WITH YOUR BRAIN.
This is why there are like a bajillion alarms on my phone. Because I am nuts.
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