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Blah. That's all I can muster, "blah."
Apr. 14th, 2008 04:09 amStill sick. In fact, my boss sent me home today after I'd only been at work for an hour and a half.
Of course, I did say that I'd like to go home when she asked me, and I think for both Boss Lady and the Boss's Daughter that's become some sort of sign of the approaching apocalypse. As in, I very rarely ask to go home sick, so in their minds, "Dan asking to go home" = "OMG DAN IS DYING!!!11one!"
Actually, B.D. practically pushed me out the door despite the fact that she had no voice today (due to staying up all night at a late karaoke bar). That makes me feel terribly guilty for grumping to other people today that I'm, "sick of her shit," when we heard she'd been up all night and we figured she'd just ask to go home from the word go. (I hope nobody tells her about my grouching, or the Greek tragedy tomorrow will be EPIC.)
In honest truth I'm not dying, and I could have gone to bed earlier myself last night. (Okay, I stayed up a bit to watch Doctor Who.) But I just felt like CRAP today. Mushy inside and horribly sore all over from the endless, endless coughing.
So I came home and sat in front of the television and marathoned Torchwood ALL DAY (which I hadn't gotten around to watching yet), and my god, it felt so good to just. STOP. And relax for the day. Up to the seventh episode of the first series now, and really liking the show in a, "Yay, mindless entertainment!" sort of way.
I think I really needed that extra time off, and didn't realize it.
( Really starting to worry about this cough, though )
Of course, I did say that I'd like to go home when she asked me, and I think for both Boss Lady and the Boss's Daughter that's become some sort of sign of the approaching apocalypse. As in, I very rarely ask to go home sick, so in their minds, "Dan asking to go home" = "OMG DAN IS DYING!!!11one!"
Actually, B.D. practically pushed me out the door despite the fact that she had no voice today (due to staying up all night at a late karaoke bar). That makes me feel terribly guilty for grumping to other people today that I'm, "sick of her shit," when we heard she'd been up all night and we figured she'd just ask to go home from the word go. (I hope nobody tells her about my grouching, or the Greek tragedy tomorrow will be EPIC.)
In honest truth I'm not dying, and I could have gone to bed earlier myself last night. (Okay, I stayed up a bit to watch Doctor Who.) But I just felt like CRAP today. Mushy inside and horribly sore all over from the endless, endless coughing.
So I came home and sat in front of the television and marathoned Torchwood ALL DAY (which I hadn't gotten around to watching yet), and my god, it felt so good to just. STOP. And relax for the day. Up to the seventh episode of the first series now, and really liking the show in a, "Yay, mindless entertainment!" sort of way.
I think I really needed that extra time off, and didn't realize it.
( Really starting to worry about this cough, though )
