Well we get downtown and I don't even make it out of the parkade before I'm vomiting in a garbage can. Well, we really wanted to see this concert so I shook it off hoping hoping I'd gotten whatever was making me sick out of my system... well apparently not. After we found a pharmacy and got some pepto I puked like 4 more times at the venue, so we called DF to come get us.
He had to pull the car over twice on our drive home so I'm figuring at this point that I probably won't be able to work in the morning.
I'm a dog groomer so obviously we work off an appt system, so I call in to work and speak to a newer manager telling her I've got food poisoning or something and don't believe I'll be ready to work the next day (today). She says ok. This is about 9 30 pm so I figure that means they can call my customers in the AM to rebook.
Well. I get a call from our store manager being all annoyed telling me I was supposed to be in twenty minutes ago. To which I'm obviously like "what? I spoke to so and so at like 9 30 yesterday because I have food poisoning!" And the store manager starts getting all mad at ME about no appts having been rescheduled. Dumbest. Write up. Ever.