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Do you ever have a day or a series of days where everything that can go wrong will, at least once? I'm sure everyone feels like this sometimes, but I know that is how my weekend went. It started on Friday with the baby getting the chiken pox. The same day I bought jammies for the kids. I know that I shouldn't of had her out, but it is getting cold at night now, and the kids didn't have bed clothes that would keep them warm. I really had to go to the store. Regardless of how, I bought the wrong size for my son. I don't know how, but I did. This meant a return trip to the store of purchase which is fourty minutes to an hour away depending on traffic.

Saturday I wake up to a sore chest. It seems that my cold just doesn't want to let go, and now I had a deep hacking cough that normally warns of something worse happening than just a cold. I can't call off work if I wish to keep my job, so so advil and a few cough drops later I leave. It isn't too bad of a day at work, but when I get home the baby is even worse and she needs some medicine and an oatmeal bath to help her feel a bit better. We had trouble getting medicine, because my husband could not find it in the store. He made the trip once, and then I had to go back out for it after he returned home.

Sunday is more of the same, but this time work is awful. I'm still feeling as if someone put burning coals in my chest, so when it is time to leave I just want to get home quickly. Twenty minutes after the end of shift I still have not found someone who can sign my timecard. It seems that if you are not a manager you can not sign for anything, and I guess someone was fired recently for doing so. Everyone is terrified at the thought of putting their name on it, and much to my bad luck the manager has left and will not be back until closing time. By now I'm sick and angry, but I agree to come back at close so he can sign my timecard. With no one to sign, I'll not get paid unless I do. I went back at close, and the manager is still not in. Instead I'm told that he will not likely be back until late in the night when workers are stocking to do his closing.

In all, the whole weekend just sort of went from bad to worse. Now I'm sitting here looking at an unsigned timecard, and thinking that there are the hours I worked that I can not get paid for. I've yet to hear from my manager about what I should do, and I've also not heard from the marketing agency about whether or not I can do a preliminary phone interview. I would call today, but I have no voice:sick: I'm hoping for a better week. I'm trying to get my voice sounding normal so I can make that phone call. I am also hoping that I'll hear from my manager today. My in-laws are coming into town this weekend, and I'm looking foward to seeing them. All I need to do is get the house nice and neat before they get here. I'm determined that the week is going to get better, but with nothing else to really blog about I thought I would share my comically bad weekend. I'm even laughing a bit about it myself. I don't think I've ever had that much go wrong in a few days:lol: Is there some law that when things start to go wrong, everything will go wrong? Hope everyone else had a better weekend than me.

Meg