More sick days and other mucus-y stuff

Cole's still sick. I made him go to school today, but I got the call from the school nurse around eleven today that he was, once again, running a fever. I took him to the doctor and it turns out that he has the beginnings of pnumonia (fuck the spelling, you know that I mean!) in one lung. He's now on antibiotics and will be staying home with his dad tomorrow. Of course, I feel awful for making him go to school. Bad me.

Which brings me around to topic #2. Work. I had a "talk" with my manager this morning (in the very few hours I actually spent at work). I quoted talk because it was more of a sob-fest on my part. I told her that I was terribly unhappy, didn't like my job and wanted to get out of the retail side of banking. If I decided to stay with the bank at all, that is. Her response? "Well, you're not going to find much like that in this area." Whoa! Way to be supportive. I told her that I didn't feel like I was doing a good job at my job anymore. Her response? A nod. She nodded, as if to say "That's correct, Kel. You suck at your job." Bitch. Your ass isn't getting rewards every quarter for excellence in your field. Geez, I actually hate her more today than I did yesterday.

I still feel better for saying something to her and for sitting down and talking with my mom about a game plan. What am I going to do? I still don't know. I just refuse to be unhappy. Life's too damn short for that.

So, I'm going to go write now and watch a movie or two. And write. And write. And write. Because that's what I want to do.