beandelphiki

When I went in to work today - AFTER 1:00 pm, when I was supposed to be there - I suspect my face looked...well, nowhere near the face in my icon, actually. (Poor House...) But I looked bad for me.

It was very much my, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I GIVE A SHIT? FUCKING BLOW ME face. I was stormily imagining the upcoming exchange with my boss, which would go something like:

Boss Lady: Care to explain why you're twenty minutes late?

Me: I figured it was better than not being here at all...but maybe I was wrong. *widening eyes in mock alarm* Should I leave? I can leave. *takes coat back off hook*

Instead it went something like:

Boss Lady: Omigosh, you're here! *anxious* I was just getting ready to call your house!

Me: *deflating a little* *mutters* ...I'm sorry. But I figured calling in sick at quarter to one was ruder than just trying to make the train and risking being late.

[Note: missed the train. Currently do not have a phone I want to use, as it's "no longer supported" and being replaced, and I don't know if it'll work or what.]

Boss Lady: ...You're sick? *anxious Mom voice* What's wrong?

Me: *mutters* I'm not sick. I'm bleeding. Took me five Advil and a muscle relaxant to stand up this morning.

Boss Lady: So you're okay then? *cheering up* Maggie got hers this morning, too! Must be going around. *bounces back to the kitchen*

Me: *amused* ...Every month, Diane.

Boss Lady: *grins* Take the rail with Krista?

My boss? Is very smart.

She changed my schedule without a single word. No reaming out.

And when she left, she gave me a big smile, and a cheery wave, and said, "Thank you for coming in!"

And this? Is why I haven't quit yet. She always seems to know when I've Totally Had It, and doesn't push me, even if I'm not pulling my weight that day. Maybe it's because I've pulled more than my weight in the past year - long, LONG shifts without complaint, weeks without days off - but a lot of bosses wouldn't care.

Here's hoping tomorrow sucks a lot less. Off to bed.