No More Calling In Sick

I woke up sick this morning - it feels a lot like someone stuffed my sinuses with cement and sandpapered my throat. And if that wasn’t bad enough, upon realizing that I wasn’t up to doing much, I also realized that I had to. Deadlines hovered, money needed to be made, and emails and calls had to be answered.

So let’s add “no paid sick days” to the short list of reasons that this new business thing isn’t 100% perfect, not to mention that the only upside of being sick at all is that you’re supposed to get to stay home from work and watch DVDs and The Price Is Right.

On the other hand, I no longer have to physically call in sick, which I always hated - it was one of those things where I felt like I was faking it even when I wasn’t. There was that need to act extra nasally and extra miserable, as if I really, really wanted to come in and fill in some spreadsheets, and I truly would, except that I was probably going to die within the next few hours.

And even though I had to work, I did get to take some mini-naps, make myself soup, and break my work into smaller chunks.

I’m sorry to hear that you’re sick - never any fun. But, I have to admit, I am very glad to hear that I am not the only one who always feels weird calling in sick, as if I would be called-upon to prove the extent of my illness, no matter how ill I already knew myself to be. Have I ever been asked for a doctor’s note? No, but I still rehearse in my mind the hypothetical conversation that might arise around such a demand, and I compulsively try to sound extra un-well when I call in…

Hope you feel better soon!

Convincing post, Sarah, but I still think you’re faking!