PCA Woes

Shit, shit, shit.

Somewhere out in the universe, I sent off vibes saying I did not want to go to work! It's not true, it's not true. I do want to go to work. I do, I do, I do.

Dennis' PCA called in sick today. Leah, the newest one, is prone to panic attacks. She had a tough weekend, and an attack kicked in sometime early this am. Raquel was out partying all weekend, and just hit the bed. JoAnn is testing this week. Which leaves me, at home, for the 9th day in a row.

And Dennis has diarrhea. Just how could life get any better?

Shit, shit, shit.

Until later,
Ann and Dennis