work

I think work is making me sick. Physically ill. This morning I felt fine. Went to work. Was actually doing work when around 10 I started to feel sick to my stomach. By 10:30 I was laying on the floor trying to not puke and my stomach hurt really badly. It felt like someone had reached inside me and was squeezing my stomach as hard as they could. Then my back started to hurt, but not like it hurt when I hurt it on Friday. I decided to leave work and try to make it home. I think I had a fever because I was freezing and it really wasn't that cold in my car with the heat turned on full blast. I got home and laid in bed for a while. Then I made soup for lunch and was able to eat it all. Then I felt better. And now I'm fine. Very odd. I was sure I was dying. Laying on the floor at work sucks. Especially since our cleaning company doesn't know how to clean.

While I was home this afternoon I was reading this woman's blog and she actually got fired for what she had written in her blog about her job and the people she worked with. It was creepy because she didn't put in any identifying information. No names, no locations, nothing. It made me think that maybe I shouldn't write so much bad shit about my coworkers and the agency I work for. But I probably don't have anything to worry about since half the people I work with don't even know how to check their voicemail, let alone surf that thing called 'the internet.'

Game 3 of the World Series is on right now. Jesse says he doesn't care who wins. I'm hoping the White Sox win it in 6. Time to score the game...