No Work For Me
Well, I’m not making it in to work tomorrow. I still have a very scratchy voice, I’m still coughing, and I’m still not sleeping through the night. For those wondering why I don’t go see a doctor, it’s because I’d have to pay my co-pay, and I already have a pre-natal appointment for Tuesday. So I’m trying to hold out for that.
Now for some more bad news. Geoff thinks he may be getting sick again. This is not good. It took him forever to get over whatever he got in Vegas, and a house with 2 sickies can never be a good thing. It’s a frightful thought to think of Honey taking care of us. Also, Geoff just can’t afford to take any more time off work.
I really really hope to be well enough to work on Saturday. I hate feeling like I’m letting the store down (even though Caroline said it’s been really quiet). I know Jen understands, but I still feel bad. If only I could do work there out of the public eye. Then it would be alright.
Since I’ve been feeling like death warmed over, I’ll close with a quote from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.
Ferris: You’re not dying, you just can’t think of anything good to do.