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Someone tell me it's okay for me not to go to work today.

Of course, by the time you I get one of you to tell me that, I'll probably already be well underway to work.

"Call in at least two hours before your scheduled shift" rules be damned. The feeling of not-wanting-to-be-there gets stronger and stronger each moment closer I am to having to be there.




Where's my damned doppleganger when I need him? Here, Skippy-Skippy-Skippy...