At least I'm in good company. Most of my co-workers have this same bug. Headache, nasal drip etc. No one calls in sick because:
1) No one wants to screw-over their co-workers with extra work,
2) We all need the money,
3) The Company is already weak and needs the money,
4) And no one wants to look like the weak branch that needs trimming for next lay-offs.
Fair? No. Yet, Seattle just enacted this ludicrous law forcing small businesses (like the one I work for) to provide sick time off. We already have it, and most of us don't use it. Friggin' genius politicians. Howabout some free Cold-Eze and Germ-X, if you want to be useful or relevant. Or better yet, stay out of business matters completely, ya putz'. You're really helpful.
I've muddled through work, but now I find that I lack the focus to write effectively. My head is clearing slowly, but it seems like I can't assemble cogent though (i.e, this rambling rant). So another week with no progress on my next manuscript.
Oh, and my Dad tells me that my sister fell off the wagon again. Se went back to rehab in Oregon. Like that empty bottle of Curevo I saw in her trash last week wasn't a clue. What should I have said: "Gee sis, looks like you're hitting the sauce again. Ya think that's a good idea?" She only has like 15% use left on her kidneys. Oh well, maybe she secretly longs for getting hooked-up to a dialysis machine.
Now, I get to call my sisters and update them. The sad thing is, they won't be surprised.
And the cherry on the manure sundae: My route to work has been closed and re-routed. I'll have to get up an hour earlier every day this week, and God knows when I'll get home from the detour.
I'm tired. In so many ways, deeply tired.



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