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dragonlady7via http://ift.tt/2oQkkYT:stripped-to-glimpses replied to your post “i am so bad at being sick. See, i feel like I’m playing hooky and…”
I know that guilt! My coworkers had to force me to go home a few weeks ago because I sounded terrible and they thought I would get them sick, and I was like, “but but I’m not dying? Won’t you think I’m a slacker????”
The only other guy in my department doesn’t call in sick. He admitted that he doesn’t really take vacation days either largely because he wouldn’t really wind up doing anything, so he might as well come in.
Last week he got food poisoning, was up all night throwing up, but came in the next morning, sounding like hell and looking worse, because well, he wasn’t contagious, and he could keep water down, so he might as well.
He hasn’t ever given me shit for calling out but oh my god, with that kind of baseline set I just don’t feel like I can.
I don’t get paid for sick days, so if I stay home I’m doing them a favor– they don’t have to pay me to drag my lame carcass in and be ineffective all day– but I just feel like such a personal failure if I don’t tough up and show up.
I probably would have been okay today, I didn’t eat until dinner but I managed to putter around just fine. But– why? Why should I? I’d’ve been miserable and uncomfortable the whole day, and we’re not that busy, there’s nothing I’m working on that couldn’t be postponed just fine.
I’m still gonna feel guilty all week, though.
I know that guilt! My coworkers had to force me to go home a few weeks ago because I sounded terrible and they thought I would get them sick, and I was like, “but but I’m not dying? Won’t you think I’m a slacker????”
The only other guy in my department doesn’t call in sick. He admitted that he doesn’t really take vacation days either largely because he wouldn’t really wind up doing anything, so he might as well come in.
Last week he got food poisoning, was up all night throwing up, but came in the next morning, sounding like hell and looking worse, because well, he wasn’t contagious, and he could keep water down, so he might as well.
He hasn’t ever given me shit for calling out but oh my god, with that kind of baseline set I just don’t feel like I can.
I don’t get paid for sick days, so if I stay home I’m doing them a favor– they don’t have to pay me to drag my lame carcass in and be ineffective all day– but I just feel like such a personal failure if I don’t tough up and show up.
I probably would have been okay today, I didn’t eat until dinner but I managed to putter around just fine. But– why? Why should I? I’d’ve been miserable and uncomfortable the whole day, and we’re not that busy, there’s nothing I’m working on that couldn’t be postponed just fine.
I’m still gonna feel guilty all week, though.
