after psyching myself up to do the righteous and noble thing; i straightened my hair, got dressed and called my boss as i was walking out the door/getting into my car to inform her of my decision. she answered with "hello! you sound terrible" and went on to say "please stay at home; i appreciate you wanting to come in; but with how severely understaffed we are; i cant run the risk of you being in the office and spreading your illness further".
yay! right? WRONG. "i have rostered you on for saturday from 9:00-5:30pm and rescheduled your appointments for then. see you tomorrow!"
im not sure whether to be happy to have the day off to heal or am pissed that i have to work this weekend, and let my family down. but have since exchanged my suit and heels for tracksuit pants, a warm sweater, slippers and a lemon tea. ill have extra time on my hands to pay all my bills, continue with the prune and do some ironing thats been growing in the laundry basket.
sometimes optimism can backfire; give you lemons, ironing and bills; and fuck up your weekend
ha.
yay! right? WRONG. "i have rostered you on for saturday from 9:00-5:30pm and rescheduled your appointments for then. see you tomorrow!"
im not sure whether to be happy to have the day off to heal or am pissed that i have to work this weekend, and let my family down. but have since exchanged my suit and heels for tracksuit pants, a warm sweater, slippers and a lemon tea. ill have extra time on my hands to pay all my bills, continue with the prune and do some ironing thats been growing in the laundry basket.
sometimes optimism can backfire; give you lemons, ironing and bills; and fuck up your weekend
ha.