Why oh why do people have to come to work sick? My coworker comes in at death's door and starts hacking up shit right next to me. She can't talk above a whisper and is in need of medical attention. So what does she do? Come to work and infect everyone there. I swear, we have got to have the sickest group in the hospital. Someone's always taking off for doctors appointments or calling in sick. The past two days we were down four people. Everyone was put on doubletime duty. Now that my one coworker decided to come in and cough all over everyone I'm expecting a meltdown any day now. All I can say is that if I get sick I'm going to kill her. Or at least give her the most painful noogie she's ever had.

What is up with everything being down on the web today? I woke up feeling like crap and tried SU. Down. I clicked on my Motherload game. Down. I went to lay down for a while and just got up. I tried them again. and got nothing. It's now 2:30 PM and they're BOTH still down. *grumbles* I don't feel well enough to do anything else. Well... except for complain.

I called in sick again and my boss was pissed. There was a huge report due today that wasn't finished. I felt bad until she started in with 'I gave you extra time' shit. The two weeks prior were taken up by Thanksgiving and her constant little tasks. Everything was priority and even when I told her that I needed to work on the Month End reports she stacked more shit on my plate. I was waiting for the AAs to add the missing information so I could complete that report. When I gave the sheets to their supervisor I got 'they don't have time to do this' and she handed them back. Fine. I went to my boss and asked what I should do and she took the sheets, saying they had to make time since it was information they left out. Lovely... Away went my report and that's the last I heard if it. When I mentioned it to the boss today her response was, "Well I guess I gave it to them then!" She was one step from yelling. I finally said, "Look. I've been sick all last week and came in to do the reports. Now the hives are bad and I can't wear clothes. You know I'd come in if I could. I did last week." After that she said "I know" a couple of times and then started complaining about having to do the reports herself. I offered for her to send them to me so I can do them from home but she ignored me and hung up. I am sooo not looking forward to tomorrow. I have to go in, but I dont want to hear the flack. I just need to keep repeating, 'You gave me twice the work on top of the other added tasks not counting my own and expected me to do it in half the time." If that doesn't work I'm going to start looking for a job pronto. This is bullshit.

/ rant

After five days of people smoking in Texas I came home to a lovely sinus infection. Oh joy. Oh rapture. Now my face is swollen and my nose is bleeding from all the blowing chunks of snot out. Did I gross anyone out yet? Deal with it. The worst part is my doctor said he'd send in an order for Keflax and shot off an email to his staff to do it. That's like talking to air. They have gotten better but still seem to fuck up when I really need something. So last night I got off early only to drag Jake to the pharmacy for an empty order. Bah. I emailed my doctor and threatened to take pictures of the snot and send it to him. :p

What was funny about the smoking was that they knew I was allergic. Their fix? Stand right outside the room and smoke while a fan blew the smoke right in. I didn't want to point out the obvious so I just dealt with the consequences. Oy. It reminded me of the Smoking VS Non Smoking sections in restaurants. Same ventilation only tables apart. It was more like the smoking VS deal with it sections if you ask me.

I hate the heat. Seriously, I loathe it. It's so fucking hot here, and we don't have any air conditioning. We've got fans at all the windows and a big fan that we move from the den into the bedroom when we sleep. I don't care HOW high using an AC makes the electric bill go. I'd pay it just to sleep through the night and not have to drag the fan around.

"At night you can hear her bitching and moaning, scuffing her feet and scraping the fan against the ground. The room gets really warm and suddenly she appears, shrieking "I WANT YOUR FAN!"

I could happen...

I am so glad that it's Friday. There is nothing I want more than for this day to be over so I can go to bed and sleep til noon on Saturday.

My boss had this momentary lapse (of course) where she forgot that I was not going to be on the phones. Aparently she didn't let anyone else know and they all went to lunch. With one person on the phone she came out to find out what was happening. Naturally she looked towards me, like it was my fault she fucked up. I gave her an 'oh hell no' look and her anmesia wore off pretty quick. She is bound and determined not to help us on the phones. It's funny, actually. She keeps saying how she's worried about her job, yet won't make the extra effort to show that she's a valuable employee.

Happy Friday!

I'm back at work... kinda. Since my voice is trashed and I'm still coughing like I have cholic I don't answer the phones. Basically, I do my work and everyone 'realizes' that I can't relieve them at the last minute. I'm not backing down on this though. The only reason (besides money) that I am here is because my boss said I didn't have to be on the phone. I'm holding her to that. I can't wait until this cough is gone. I feel like I should be balancing a ball on my nose.

I stayed home again, much to the dismay of my boss. My voice is still not back and I'm still coughing like a seal. Considering my job is answering phones all day it's not exactly like I'm fit to chat. My boss calls me at 3pm to tell me they're sending some illness leave papers. I'm going back tomorrow, no matter what. I can't afford to be off any more days without pay. Oh well, they'll be wasting a stamp as far as I'm concerned. Just think how this could have been avoided if my coworkers stayed home instead of infecting the whole fucking office.

After a week of begging for death (not really) I am finally getting better. Now... I have to go back to work. The worst day is the last day before you go back to work. I'm not quite well enough to go in but not sick enough to sleep. Today I'm going to lounge around, surf the net, harrass my boyfriend, annoy my best friend and think about all the great jobs I could do from home so that I never had to go to work again. Of course I would be spending way to much time fucking around and end up poor... but that's besides the point.

Figures... I start a new blog and get deathly ill so that all my rants are me whining about being ill. Meanwhile I'll be auctioning off that lung that I seem to be coughing up on e-bay. It's stuffed with phlegmy goodness from the heart.

I am sick. I am on meds. I HAVE to go to work on Monday... and yet I feel guilty about calling off a lunch date. A chick that I used to work with moved across the country to get away from whatever. Now she's miserable in another part of the state. I hung out with her a couple of times, but do not consider her a friend by any means. She's more like another lost soul that I tried to help find some happiness. Some people find lost puppies... I find lost people. Anyway, she decides to come to California for a couple of days and meet up with people. My other coworker aparently ditched her and now she's expecting me to meet her for lunch. Did I mention that I'm sick? We're not talking flu here, we're talking pneumonia in the making. The last thing I wan't to do is leave this house and sit in some booth hacking, coughing and blowing my nose. I am not a pretty sight. The term 'death warmed over' comes to mind when I look in the mirror. I'm... I'm whining. Maybe if I whine enough she will call it off herself. Fuck it... I'm going back to bed.

"Well I'm not dumb but I can't understand
Why she walked like a woman and talked like a man
Oh my lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola"

When I get sick my voice tends to drop. Right now I think I could sing bass. My manager called and I answer the phone. He thought I was Jake... Lovely. My voice went from sexy Kathleen Turner to macho Ving Rhames in a day. I think I'm going to mentally scar my boyfriend when we have sex tonight. Heh.

Being sick sucks monkey balls. My coworker felt like she just HAD to come into work while coughing up a lung and now everyone is sick. There's nothing like a room full of red eyed, runny nosed women coughing in unison to kill your sunny disposition. Now I'm sick, my boyfriend is sick and we're vying for pity. I think I have him beat though. Unless he can produce a uterus my cramping and PMSing will give me victory in the pity race. Go me.