Now you can't rely on the sickening bridge you've built,
now you can't rest on the horrible bed your body craves

I came home from work early yesterday because, while performing such management tasks as putting books in a tote, my stomach inexplicably decided that it wasn't happy with the breakfast I had given it. Took a break, came back, decided to take lunch so I could come home to take care of things, called back in, "don't think I can come back," "that's fine," yadda yadda. So I curl up on the couch and pop in Goodfellas, figuring that I'll just rest up, hopefully get some z's.
Point is: my boss called back to let me know that I needed to go to a doctor and get a note for leaving work. If you call in sick twice in a year at my store, they know what's up, no one gets sick twice in the same year. Especially when numerous people have called out recently due to stomach pains and vomiting. I had to be lying, it just took them threatening me to realize it. And the stomach pains this morning? Those are the pangs of pride for working for such a noble employer, an employer who reminds you on a daily basis that while you shelve books next to another employee, you need to show some authority just to remind them that you are better, since you are a manager. This is what my boss likes to refer to as "crackin' the whip."
And no one should join this. I'm connected to 31310 people and it scares me.
Practice last night=good.
Show in near future=yes, and hopefully.
posted by beta at 7/08/2003 07:45:00 AM