I'm Calling It...
You know what’s a great feeling? Calling in sick to work. An extra 8 hours of free time instantly added to your day. You could go for a hike. Read a book. Take out the trash. The possibilities are endless.
That is, unless you’re actually sick. Unfortunately I found myself in the actually being sick part of calling out from work. Let me take you through my timeline.
Thursday- The symptoms being…is it a cold? Is it the flu? Is it awesome Texas allergies? I better just take medicine for everything. This was one of my days off this week, so I was pretty bummed to end up spending most of it sleeping, and feeling like garbage.
Friday- Work 6:00 am. I went in feeling prettyyyy, prettyyyy, pretty awful. But I had already woken up at five in the morning, so I might as well show up. I lasted about two hours before I called it a day and went home early. Similar to Thursday, this day also consisted mostly of sleeping, and feeling like garbage.
Saturday- Call in sick. Here it is. I really love the idea of calling in sick; you read the first paragraph. But I dread the actual calling part of calling in sick. And not because of the leaving them with extra work, or making them change everyone else’s schedule around the store for the day, or not getting paid (which probably hurts the most). I just don't like having an awkward conversation. I’d really love to get a text system going. Instead I feel the need to be convincingly sick over the phone. A sniffle here. A cough there. Which just makes it sound like I’m trying to sound sick. And don’t get me started on the story. How does this work? Do I keep it vague and just leave it at “I’m sick, I can’t come in.”? Or should I list out all of my symptoms to make it really convincing? “Well it started with a sore throat. Then came the rash all over my body. My hair started falling out. I’ve got blisters all over my back. This ingrown toe nail…” That’s not me personally. I just had a cold.
I went with the simple no details answer. As I said it on the phone even I didn’t believe me. In the end it all worked out. I didn’t go to work. The store and my fellow employees all survived without me. And all it took was a simple phone call. It got me thinking. Maybe I should start calling in sick to more things in my life? That family reunion over the summer. Charity work. Going to my nephew's sporting events. Don't get me wrong. I love my nephew, I just don't like watching a group of 10 year olds be awful at basketball. Maybe paying rent this month? I mean I’ve got to get up, open my computer, go to the apartments website, get back up because I forgot my wallet on my nightstand and have to get my debit card number to put in, sit back down at the computer. I feel sick just writing it out, let alone actually doing it. They’ve got to give me a break right?
Eh...I can dream.