Yes that's right I'm sick today, so apologies right now for the terribly quality of the post....unless my nyquil induced fever dream somehow elevates my writing to epic new heights, in which case...hook me up to an IV of that shit and I'll write a fucking novel.
So as I lay here in bed, wondering about whether or not I'll have to face more frostbite inducing temperatures tomorrow, I look back on the day and realize that being sick as an adult is not the worst thing in the world, and then it is the worst thing in the world.
You remember that post I wrote about working from home? Well this is kind of like that. I woke up this morning ready to cough blood, Exorcist style, on the nearest human being within vomiting range, so I decided I wouldn't subject my coworkers to that kind of biological warfare. So I called in sick. And it was at this moment that I realized, my days of needing doctor's notes and parents notes and possibly a note from the president to get a day off school were over. Instead, they were more than willing to accept the fact that I could not utter two words without sounding like an 80 year old emphysemic who had been smoking since the tender age of birth. (the last time I went into work feeling mildly under the weather, I got yelled at....so....behavioral shaping at work people). And so at the right time of day, I logged into my work computer and sat myself down, ready to face the challenges of the day.
And then I realized that I still felt awful. Yep that's right. Working from home sick is different from working from home in that YOU'RE SICK. (If you didn't see that one coming, tell your caretaker to stop reading this out loud to you....it'll do bad things to your brain). And moreover, unlike when just about everyone takes the day to work from home (and nobody is really doing anything serious) in this case, EVERYONE is doing work and EVERYONE is being more productive than me. If this were a communist society, I'd already be halfway to the work camps they set up in Idaho (because really, who the fuck gives a shit about Idaho...) And, being the diligent, hard working Asian that I am, this left me with a sense of dread at the amount of work I would have piled on my desk tomorrow.
So as I sit here right now, speaking out to my beloved readers, (well writing, but you can feel free to imagine this in my voice if you have been so lucky as to be graced by my presence....LOL) head pounding and throat feeling like I had consumed three pounds of sand purely out of spite of my ability to speak, I am actually contemplating going into work tomorrow, why? Because I love my job and all my coworkers and I need to make sure I don't get too far behind. (See? Asian...SO Asian...now if only I were good at math...)
And with that, I leave you to enter the realm of fucked up fever/nyquil dreams. This should be fun.
...And that's what I learned today.