irritatedHowever, to the credit of the day, it turned into a half an hour argument about how much of a hated, wrong, micromanaging, vengeful asshole he is. The conversation ended with him saying to me, "You have a class to go to. Go eat your lunch this conversation is over."
What was the problem? The problem was that I was passed out on medication from where I went to the emergency room with a pretty nasty stomach virus and got sent home on quarters. No one was at work so I set an alarm, but it failed to pull me from the medicated stupor. So they had to call me. It took them 5 minutes to find out what was up, yet I was irresponsible for doing what a doctor told me to. Fucking dick.
Ok, rant over, but that is the general feel of my day today.
