By J. Bird
The Bird felt like total crap at 5:30 in the morning today, which isn’t totally unusual, except for the scratchy throat and coughing up of nasty goop. One look at the weather confirmed it. Bird was not going to work today.
The Boss was not happy. He believes Bird gets sick too often. But Bird’s thought is that it is better to stay home and take care of oneself one day than come to work and feel sick for days at a time until Bird has to stay in the nest for numerous days, plus pay for a visit to the doctor and take nasty antibiotics.
And if you’re feeling better after an extra five hours’ sleep, at least you know you’re going to be work-worthy tomorrow.
I am tempted to call Pat and find out just how mad the boss is, but with my luck, she’s in his office, and that wouldn’t be a great conversation.
Of course, the crummy thing about being sick today is that I can’t watch TV without having to watch 9/11 coverage over again for the fifth year in a row. Why do we punish ourselves this way? Maybe the CIA and the FBI and George Bush should be locked in a room together and forced to watch it again and again. Watching it that first year was bad enough for me. I don’t want to see it again. It’s not like I’m going to forget it. How could I? How could any of us? So why do we have to watch it over and over and over again?
Well, this is one bird that feels like snuggling under the covers will make everything go away. And, with enough NyQuil, that’ll work like a charm!
J. Bird is the Beachwood’s pseudononmyous workplace affairs correspondent. Life at Work is Bird’s private journal of, um, life at work.
Posted on September 11, 2006