Tuesday, September 22, 2009


So, don't you just love it when you've been sick for like a week-and-a-half, and you finally wake up one day and know you're too sick to make it in. You call in and speak to the person in charge of sick people being out, who gives you an attitude, "What's wrong?" like you have not been coughing around the office for freaking ever. Come to find out, another worker has also not shown up, who is notoriously not showing up, without notice, due to, oh say, a hangover, or a bum alarm, or some such. So, you're sick enough to stay in bed. Instead, you have to pay some bills, do some laundry and some dishes, because, they're there, and they need doing, and you're not really so sick that you can't do that. And, you feel badly about not going to work, even though every breath is labored. Man, I hate being sick.


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