If ever I had reason to complain about something, this would probably be it. I mean, I would complain about it, if only I could, but I just can’t. I’m much too under the weather to protest. Still, I have some advice I can share by not sharing while I protest by not being actually able to protest.
Adults are often instructed to “tough it out” and “make the best of it” when they’re sick. They have this strange idea in their gigantic heads (the ones that still look kind of small compared to the rest of their adult bodies). They think that they have some obligation to go to work when they’re sick, and that if they don’t, they’re somehow letting down the rest of the workforce.
Nothing could be further from the truth!
If you’re sick you’re not going to be good for much around the office except acting as an incubator to transmit your sicky-headedness to the balance of your colleagues.
I know taking a sick day can feel like a defeat in the same way we all pretend we’re not hurt when we bonk ourselves on the head, but sometimes you have to put the greater good above yourself, stay home, get past your contagion, and resist your strange desire to infect all your coworkers with whatever nastiness you have.
You’re not a zombie, so stop trying to infect everyone around you already!
At least, this has been my excuse for spending a day quarantined from my brothers, drinking naught but juice, watching null but my personal selection of cartoons.
Sometimes it just feels good to give back to society.
This is what I look like when I’m sequestered for porpoises of health… or purposes, can’t be bothered to fact check this story.