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Since my last entry, I've spent most of my time working.

I ended up having to work on the Monday for four hours. I woke up on Monday feeling really sick. Got into work around 9:30, even though I didn't start until 11:30.
While waiting for my shift to start, I met more of the other members of staff.

11:30 comes around, I go out to the tills to start work. I'm still feeling sick.
I ran off from the tills, into the toilets TWICE. Both times I did this, I almost ran into The Guy.

After the second time, I thought I'd give up - I'm of no use while I'm busy running to and from the toilets, so I'm better off going home and trying to make myself feel better.
I hung around the door of the Boss's room, waiting for her to come back to let her know I was going to go home.

I must have looked pretty sick by this time because The Guy stayed with me while I waited.

Some time after that (I don't remember whether or not I got to see the Boss), I got my stuff from my locker and started to leave the building.

As I was at the doors, I saw one of the till supervisors and she said something to me. I felt dizzy and told her, she went to try and get me to sit down but just as I was going to sit down, I got back up and ran back out to the back, where the toilets were.

As I was running back, I remember The Guy yelling "Carlee, you're running the wrong way!". I was running to the toilets - I was running the right way!

Back in the toilets, throwing up. The other till supervisor came into the toilets (while I was throwing up!) and asked me if there was anyone they could call. I gave her my phone so she could ring my mum - my stepdad wasn't working but I didn't have his number.

She came back in a little while later and told me that my stepdad was on the way. She also said to go into the disabled toilets because there was more room and it was more private.

I went into the disabled toilets, threw up some more. One of the security guards walked in, asked me if I was okay and then left. I could hear people in the canteen, which means that they could hear me. Those poor people. *Shakes head*

Stepdad finally comes in, I leave. I finally get home about five minutes before I start throwing up continuously for about five hours.

I dragged myself into work on Tuesday and had people I didn't even remember meeting, asking me if I was feeling any better.
It seems that being sick at work is a good way to meet the people you'll be working with.

I feel fine now but am kind of embarrassed about throwing up at work.

I'm enjoying work, I just feel so tired when I get home: being nice and friendly all of the time is surprisingly tiring.

Oh and I read the new Harry Potter book. FUMING. JK Rowling is EVIL for playing with me like that.