Misery-Belle

Well, I went all fucking fall and all goddamn winter and now it's March 19 and I'm sick. Woo-hoo.

Started coughing at work yesterday and I knew. Didn't take much, really. My throat hurt like hell and my nose started running back instead of forward. By 3 a.m. this morning, it was official. I took something that promised to help me sleep (though it took a while) and called in sick.

And, seeing as I've only been at my job a few months, I don't really have sick leave. I mean, at 6 months I will have sick leave, but today, the day I'm taking off, will show up on my next paycheck thusly:

Sick Leave: -8

Only by the grace of my boss do I not get shorted a day's pay for this. Which is good, since I'm both broke and likely to stay in bed one more day to try and kill this bitch off properly. Too many people rush back, relapse and end up giving it to everybody else.

So, if you need me, feel free to call. And if the Robitussin hasn't paralyzed me, I might just pick up.