Did I mention I hate when the phone rings

Yes, every weekend I actually dread the phone ringing. Especially when it's for me. In my mind it's always the hospital phoning last minute to give me a shift, meaning my lounging around is cancelled or whatever.

Sure enough, the phone rang and they need me. I knew it was them, I told my mom to ignore but nooooo she answered it. At least they didn't call just before 8 or something like usually.

Even worse is that it's just a lousy 3 hour test for the gallbladder. Last time I had to do it, it took more than the 3 hours and another time less than an hour. But of course this time it will be more than 3 hours, pissing me right off. I don't know why they have to phone someone in. Seriously, last time they were all just sitting around while I was working. How fair is that? Even better it's at 13:00 (right in the middle of the day).

Of course I didn't have to say yes, but by the time they phone me, I'm the last hope (how sad is that).

I'm just tired and sick with a cold, yet I'm still going to help them. UGH!!! What is wrong with me? Then again it's not like I had plans for the day, when do I ever have plans. Never, that's right.

Damn phone. I sometimes think I should never answer it on the weekend...

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{..::current..mood::..} pissed off because i have to do this crap
{..::currently..reading::..} scarlett
{..::currently..watching::..} nothing
{..::currently..listening::..} my life sucking

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