Oh, hell yes. It’s Friday.
I think about half the staff at work are sick. The manager of the front store left early on Tuesday, returning with a prescription and a face mask. Wednesday, one of the supervisors went home sick, and one of the cashiers didn’t make it in. The manager’s wife came in yesterday to pick up some meds; she’s got the flu now. StressedRPh has some sort of respiratory thing going on that’s making her sound like she’s smoking a cartoon of cigarettes for breakfast and washing it down with a bottle of Jack. BossRPh came in just before my shift ended last night, dropping off a doctor’s note excusing her from work until next Wednesday at the earliest. She’s got the flu.
I think it’s probably just a matter of time before I end up sick. Last night, I texted my mother, “part of me hopes I catch something, I never call out, I’m always the one who gets called in to cover.” I can’t remember the last time I called out sick. In fact, there’s been a few times I’ve called out sick and have been asked if I could make it through a shift if I came in later. Like, maybe if I drank half a bottle of Pepto, I could stop shitting long enough to work an afternoon. Once, I was in the ER, hooked up to an IV, and I made him take my phone outside specifically to send StressedRPh a pic of me to prove I wasn’t just fucking off for the day.
No, I can’t come in.
The last time I actually called out for anything was the day of his arrest, over a year ago. If I time it right, I could get a vacation for my birthday.
Tomorrow, roughly $250 worth of Warhammer minis are getting delivered, with more trickling in Sunday and Monday. Imagine how much I could paint if I had a week off.
The weekend is upon us, my friends. Have a good Friday.
Happy Friday Crystal! Hoping you don’t get sick. Even if it does get one out of work, feeling like shit just… sucks in general.
Happy Birthday early, hope it’s a good one 🎂🎈🎈🎈🎁😎👍