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Work (n):1. use of bodily or mental power in order to do or make something

Laryngitis (n): inflammation of the larynx; Larynx (n): part of the throat containing the vocal cords

When you combine going to work and having laryngitis, you don't get a very good outcome. Due to this cough that I've been suffering since I was a young child, it has definately taken its toll on my vocal cords. I used to just get the cough, have a sore throat and deal with it for a couple weeks. However, in the last two years, everytime I get this stupid chronic cough, I lose my voice. I can tell when its starting to go cuz my voice starts to change. Then the next morning I'll wake up barely being able to talk above a whisper. If I'm lucky I'll get the use of some of my voice during the day. Like today. I'm going to need it for tonight since I have to work directly with people.
Now I wasn't expecting to go in to work until tonight, but I get a phone call at 10:30 this morning and it was Joey asking me to come in for a couple hours max and he'd pay me cash. He told me that I'd have to make dough, sauce and grate cheese. Nothing else. When I got there, it became 'hey I need you to do all this other bullshit that I don't want to cuz I'm Joey and that's the only excuse I need.' He wanted me to do all this other stuff because he didn't want to work. So while I was working he decided since he didn't have to he was going to cook some food and just sit talking on the phone and eating. I wanted to cut his fucking balls off. The hatred I have for him right now is so completely opposite the feelings I had for him this time last year. I decided not to give him that big of a deal about it since he was paying me cash. And it was more than I would have been making had I clocked in. That didn't stop me from ranting about it to Stephanie and David though. I have to be back there in just under 4 hours. I was fine with working tonight. Its the fact that he called me in first thing in the morning to do work that he could have easily done. Whatever. I fucking hate him right now. He could .... I don't even know; I just know that I wouldn't care.

Anywho, I'm not looking forward to tomorrow either since we have two pretty big catering orders to do before we even open. I wouldn't have to worry about it under normal circumstances, but Erin needed off and I offered my time. Go fucking figure. So tomorrow's entry should be full of bullshit that either went wrong or that pissed me the fuck off.
I'm doing laundry right now since I need clothes for tonight {and the rest of the week.} I don't really have anything else to write about right now so I'll probably get on and write later.