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There's an intermittent throbbing ache that shoots through my hand and wrist this afternoon. A coworker, overhearing my whininess, kindly directed me to a wrispad. Then I felt guilty. I must curb the whining impulse.

I'm pissed because my mom just assumed that I'd get Veteran's Day off, so I'd (I'll) actually have to miss THREE DAYS OF WORK to go to Amsterdam, a trip I didn't even want in the first place. I don't see how I can possibly do that and then galavant off to Vienna two weeks later, missing ANOTHER day of work.

I'm really pissed about this. I don't think she understands that I need this job and I need the money and I can't really just drop everything and run off whenever she feels like it.

But if I don't go, she'll have a big whining attack and I'll also probably have to eat the plane ticket price. So I guess I'll try to put in for the time off and feel like a big ass the whole time.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:55 PM | shower me with attention