I’m still sick and went to work and ended up moaning “Sunshine on my shoulder” while on a cold pill high, which got me lots of strange looks. LOL.
Hey, I’ve got to amuse and keep myself awake somehow right? Except, my version was less ‘rainbows and candy’ and more ‘zombies strolling around Wallmart lookin’ for brains and good deals’.
Why did I even come to work? Good question. I always hated people that come to work sick and yet there I was, plugging away. I have this weird complex about missing too much work that comes from my mother. Literally. Whenever I would take time off to recover, she would always berate me:
“Don’t take too much time off!”
So now, I’ve got her voice internalized and will only stay home if I’m really, really sick. I always feel guilty for staying home, even when I have good reason. Urgh! Plus, there is the whole being young and saving up sick leave and worrying about what the boss thinks, which are other issues.
What are your feelings on the subject?