Okay, you had an emergency. Okay, the other guy was able to do it.
But freaking really?
Your office isn't exactly nearby, and that's gas, lady. That's money and time I couldn't spent elsewhere. I freaking ironed for you, okay? There are things in my closet that haven't been worn in months because they need to be ironed, but I ironed, and you weren't even there!
And the traffic in your town sucks. Like, make me wanna hit somebody on purpose, but that's wrong, and just so not Biblical. That's just all flesh. Plus, insurance will go up.
Ranted about it to brother-in-law and sister and he got me coffee so it was okay, but that lady is not my favorite person in the world, and I hope I don't have to deal with her very much after clinicals start.
Also, don't tell me you're in a building when you're in a trailer. I barely recognize trailers as actual structures. Be very clear with me, and if you have an emergency, freaking call me like you did this morning, proof that you have my number.
Now back to studying for tests, finals, and doing freaking projects at the last minute...