To quote the Holy Grail, I’m not dead yet, but I’m not perfectly well. Pain in the back and my voice feels like it’s going somewhere that my larynx can’t reach. It scratches.
However, I don’t want to use a sick day.
I know, what want doesn’t get, need does, but that doesn’t make me happy about it. For one thing, I’ve missed a bunch of days and a few things are left hanging at work. For another, I need sick days for a disease or something and not some lame bug that I can squash with lifestyle improvements.
Then there’s the want discussion.
I want sick days for when I’m not sick. There’s too much time wasted on being ill, and not only do we lose a sense of accomplishment for doing things we’re paid to do, we also get to feel gross on top of that.
What we need are more wtf-ever days. Not wt-fever days, what-the-frick ever. Feeling too good to go to work? Take a What-the-frick ever day.
I wish this was one of those days.
On the upside, at least I’m not recovering from stopping random acts of violence at work (sideglance at Ms. C)
Fah, back to grading papers over a rusty cough.