No Rest for the Weary...

I would kill for a sick day. Sure, I know people say all my days are sick days if I want them to be. Not so. When I am sick I get up and trudge over to the computer and make it happen. When you work from home you have to eat what you kill. No Work = No Pay. There is no boss to complain about or a union to fight for me, I am it...

So I certainly have to admit there is a tinge of admiration (ok, let's call it what it is, jealousy) for the folks that get a day off when they are sick. Let's be clear...I am talking PAID day off when they are sick. Or for that matter a vacation day, or a personal day or a long dead President's day or any other day that let's you reap the benefits of taking care of yourself while someone else foots the bill for a change. Often times I only know it is a holiday because the bank is closed when I get there. That is why my panties are in a proverbial bunch when I hear people trudging to work sick when they just don't have to. Did the Swine Flu (oops I mean post panic PR overhaul to H1N1) not teach you anything? Not only are you not appreciated as a hero, people like me loath you for infecting your co-workers, who infect their kid, who infects my kid, who in turn infects me. You have sick days use them. No, that does not mean play hooky and leave your co-workers in a lurch. But they call them benefits for a reason. So go benefit from having them already. I go to work sick enough for the both of us. So on behalf of all of us have-nots, please...TAKE THE DAY OFF!