Crap!  I spent the whole weekend working--doing extra shifts and all so I could be there when my girl came into the shop again and in all those hours she never fucking came in!!!  Meanwhile, Rochelle called in sick for all next week because she's going to have a nose job!  Jeez, her nose is fine--I can't believe she's going to have her nose cut and filed down, probably because her "girlfriend" doesn't think she's pretty enough.  I was so much better for her than that bitch.  I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to her.  She could have a stroke, or a heart attack, or die from anesthesia or something--or what if they just totally botch it and she ends up with a hole in her face for a nose--or ends up looking like Michael Jackson.  I should call her and tell her she's a stupid idiot and not to listen to the bitch, but she won't listen to me anyway.  I was so upset I ended up eating a pint of ice cream from the store for dinner.  I didn't have any other food in the fridge anyway, except mustard and beer.  I feel like shit.  I hope tomorrow is better.