National "pull a sickie" day
Apparently today glories in this rather dubious name, or so I learned when one of my colleagues arrived in the office. We duly established that, of the 5 of us in the room, four had given passing thought to doing just that.
Björn claims to have been throwing up and he made a bid for a day off today. Whether he was sincere or not, I am sad to say I have no idea - he is, after all a 14 year old boy!
His illness, whether real or feigned, coupled with an infected wound of my own (I recently had a growth removed in a rather tricky position where my clothes keep rubbing on the site, preventing healing), certainly had me weighing up the idea of a day in bed.
In the end, I packed us both off to a day's grind. I'm regretting it already. My wound is irritating the living daylights out of me, and I'm struggling to stay awake. It must be Monday!
Björn claims to have been throwing up and he made a bid for a day off today. Whether he was sincere or not, I am sad to say I have no idea - he is, after all a 14 year old boy!
His illness, whether real or feigned, coupled with an infected wound of my own (I recently had a growth removed in a rather tricky position where my clothes keep rubbing on the site, preventing healing), certainly had me weighing up the idea of a day in bed.
In the end, I packed us both off to a day's grind. I'm regretting it already. My wound is irritating the living daylights out of me, and I'm struggling to stay awake. It must be Monday!
posted by karynr at 9:20 am
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