I called in sick to work last night. I was not lying. I have had diarrhea, vomiting, coughing, sneezing, sore throat, swollen bronchioles…In short I felt bad. So when I realized that it was two hours prior to the time I was to be at work and my throat still hurt and the coughing would not cease, I called and told the manager that HATES call-ins that I was sick. I do not know if it was the sound of my hacking cough over the telephone or the fact that I would have to walk to work in the cold that made her finally agree that I could stay home. I felt a little guilty, however, when I left the house to come down to the computer lab, and then ended up at Robert’s for a short time, and back to the lab, but at least I was indoors for the most part, and I have not left the property…I have to ask myself why is it that I am always sicker right before I have to be at work? Betty was right when she posted that I am wasting my life in a dead end job, but (unless someone really rich decides out of the blue to pay my college tuition in full, or I win the lottery, or I fast-forwarded time to age twenty-three) I will not have enough outside money to pay for college, and I will need to work a full-time job and struggle to pay the rent and bills and tuition on my own. I took out a thirty-five hundred dollar loan last school year. So far I have only paid two-hundred on it, and with interest over the next five years…Well anyway the prognosis is grim for my savings account. Just thinking about all these stressful things reminds me why my immune system may be having difficulties. Stress will do that to a body, but what can I do about it? I cannot exactly quit my job. But would not it be great if I could? Johnny Paycheck –Take this job and shove it! I ain’t working here no more!
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