I just found out one of my coworkers runs this site:
Sweet Scents Candles and Soaps. It is a cute site. It's the more amusing if you know this person, who simultaneously is and completely is not the sort of person you'd associate with this sort of thing.
This is the coworker who, should I call in sick as I am contemplating, would be stuck closing Torture Bar, incidentally. Would she resent me for it? Probably not, actually.
I still don't feel good but it's so unspecific that I don't know if I'm just an idiot and would be all better if only I ate something / hadn't eaten that / took some advil / took a nap / hadn't taken that nap. You know the feeling? Urgh. And I only get to call in 4 times in twelve months, which is pretty damned ridiculous. After that they fire me for absenteeism. And you know what? I don't know how many times I've called in since that policy was enacted.
Urgh.
Sweet Scents Candles and Soaps. It is a cute site. It's the more amusing if you know this person, who simultaneously is and completely is not the sort of person you'd associate with this sort of thing.
This is the coworker who, should I call in sick as I am contemplating, would be stuck closing Torture Bar, incidentally. Would she resent me for it? Probably not, actually.
I still don't feel good but it's so unspecific that I don't know if I'm just an idiot and would be all better if only I ate something / hadn't eaten that / took some advil / took a nap / hadn't taken that nap. You know the feeling? Urgh. And I only get to call in 4 times in twelve months, which is pretty damned ridiculous. After that they fire me for absenteeism. And you know what? I don't know how many times I've called in since that policy was enacted.
Urgh.