Then I had some thinking time about whether a job should make me cry when they call me to come in at a weird time. At first, I was worried that the job was wrong for me, and that I needed to look around, but Cory talked to me a bit and told me that he thinks it'll just take some time for me to get used to it. So I'm going to give it a while longer, and if I still hate it even when I know how to do everything, I'll find something else. I may look around here and there just to see if there's anything better out there right now, but at this point I just need to suck it up.
Then right after our conversation (which happened in bed because Cory's sick enough to feel icky sitting up), I fell asleep next to him. And woke up three hours later. So now it's 6 and I feel like I wasted my last day off this week. Phooey. Although I guess what would I have done this afternoon? Probably what I'm doing now - reading LJ and trying to be quiet so Cory can sleep.