So on Wednesday, I was unwell but optimistic, by Thursday I was tired, unable to breathe but still the best looking sick person, and now today, Friday, I am just waiting to be put out of my misery.
I did take yesterday off from work. I figured there was no sense being too much of a hero, and as a result, I slept for about six out of the normal eight hours that I would have been working. A feverish viewing of The Office with everyone that I love, and copious amounts of Nyquil rounded out my day.
So this morning I woke up near tears because I was still so tired and because I had gone to best looking to worse looking sick person. But knowing that the office would be short staffed today, I put on my best looking clothes, made my hair a good as possible and hoped everyone would overlook the rest of the mess.
Well, overlook they have. Now in my feverish state I am wondering if I even came into the office at all, or is this just some dream or hallucination. In everyone’s defense, if someone came into the office as unpleasant as I am, I would probably stay away from them as well. No sense in other people being sick for the long weekend.
Selfishly, I am still awaiting the bravery points that are owed to me for at least attempting to do some work. But sadly the only people who would be impressed at not here. Our Office Manager has the day off and my boss is still MIA. To be honest, I am hoping he comes in soon so that I can tell him a few things and then go home.
Other than my general whine, not much is going on. I am hoping to be better in the next couple of days.
Well, I think I have used up the last of my energy to write this blog. Don’t worry, things will look up sometime soon. I think I have devised a plan to leave the office anyways. Really, no one can make me stay, can they?
Keep on rocking in the free world.
Good luck. God Speed.
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