Word of the Day: auctorial Calling into work, that it. I feel somewhat awful, but better than before. I could go to work, but I'm not. Of course, at the moment, my eyes feel like they're going to explode from the light of the computer monitor, and my stomach's flip-flopping, so I sort of have a legitimate reason for not going to work. And, of course, one of the few times I do actually call in, I find out the auditor quit and now there's only four people on the schedule for the desk. Four people to cover three shifts seven days a week, and they don't want to hire anyone else. That's why I hate where I work. For now, however, I'm going to ball up on the couch, cover my head with a blanket, and try to avoid being assailed by my son.