I returned to work today. And yes, I'm feeling a bit better. Hopefully, I'm on my way to feeling 100% in a couple days. Plans originally called for me to join Liz at a Killers concert at the Hollywood Bowl tonight. But I've reluctantly decided that's not a good idea. The thought of feeling worse again on Thursday isn't remotely worth it to me. Yet here I am, back at work telling people the very thing I despise hearing from others, "Well, I'm no longer contagious."
It's a lie. Well, actually it could be true. It's entirely possible that I'm no longer an infectious threat to those around me. Truth be told, I do feel a bit better. But I say it with such authority, with such confident vigor, so to ensure that others take it as fact. Why am I such a hypocrite? I don't know, I guess I just don't want to be "that guy" who comes to work when they clearly shouldn't.
But why do I care? Why should I feel uncomfortable saying that I have to come to work because the shitty benefits combined with my insanely undervalued salary means I can't afford to stay home another day? It's not like I'm the only one that feels this way. And if I try to Columbo-solve the mystery of how I got sick, there are several suspects in this very office.
There's a lot of talk on the news, from the government, and through memos passed around work that when you're sick, you MUST stay home. We have that whole
All I know is that I DO feel a little better. And if declaring I'm not contagious means I don't have to over-explain myself, than so be it. I made the effort. I went home when at my worst. Hypocrite or not, I'll continue to be weary of those who claim they're germ-free without spending a bit of time healing up at home. Wouldn't you?
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