My dad didn't miss work because he was sick unless he could not physically get his ass out of bed. To this point in my career, I have emulated that work ethic - partly because I thought it was a good way to impress the boss and partly because I was raised to think that it was the right thing to do. But fuck all that. For the last two weeks multiple co-workers have been tromping around the office looking like they've contracted the Black Death and coughing like they've been on a three day cigarette and whisky bender in Las Vegas. Tomorrow I am leaving to go to Florida for a week's worth of vacation and about a half an hour ago I started feeling dizzy and "flu-ish".
Please people, do us all a favor and stay the fuck home if you don't feel good. If my whole vacation is spent with the Black Death I am going to take a dump on my co-workers' desks.
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Well, that's a bit harsh, but I don't blame you for being mad.
I play hookie all the time. It gets me a lot more hours to play video games.
Well, I'm back and the desk-dumping was averted because I never really got sick. Once I got in the Florida sun and had a few Jack and Cokes, I felt much better.
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