About that. Apparently, the nursing supervisor never checked her email last week and they didn't know I would be absent today (and every day from now on). Oops! But not really. That is a good example of why I can't stand the place. It's lackadaisical and lackluster and all things beginning with "lack." At least my department was. Anyway.
About the Orlando gig. I got as far as the on-ramp to I-275 and the next thing I know, I'm home eating sushi and talking shit on the internet. No Orlando today, apparently, and while my conscious is a bit frustrated with the inner workings of my brain, I have to trust that something in me knows what it's doing and everything will work out fine. What the heck! I have a few weeks! No prob. *bites thumbnail*
About this apartment. I love it. I'll be sad to leave. But the location sucks and whoever you are that spent all last night scream-fighting with your girlfriend outside my bedroom window? I don't like you much.
Have a lovely day, everyone. I'm going to go stroll by Crescent Lake and think about my Fortune story.