It's just sickening

I'm arguing with myself about whether I should suck it up and go to work or call in sick. I caught some little nasty bug along here somewhere (I think from a co-worker) and spent the entirety of my weekend trying to get over it.

If I stay home from work, I would be doing little of consequence while the rest of the designers pick up the slack. The difficulty in whether or not I should make the call is ... I'm OK with picking up slack for anyone. I'm not so OK with the favor being returned. I don't like being the one who needs help or the one who caused my co-workers to have to take their dinner breaks at their desks again for the fifth day in a row.

I exaggerate, we always eat at our desks nowadays.

But I still don't like being the one that makes it difficult for everyone else. I don't feel great. In fact, I feel like I've been through a ringer. I don't want to get co-workers sick. ARGH! I don't want to use a sick day either!

Maybe I should take a cue that using a blog to argue with myself is downright ridiculous and I need LOTS of medication. Those two voices in my head won't shut up, though. (In case you're wondering, no I don't hear voices. I'm dividing my thoughts into two categories and assigning them anthropomorphic characteristics based on the angel/devil personas.)

Devil: "Stay home! You need to rest and you'll feel better sooner."
Angel: "But you have work you are responsible for." That damned responsibility.
Devil: "This is about taking care of yourself. You run the risk of staying sick longer or getting someone else sick if you go in. Think of your pregnant co-worker. Do you think she wants to catch what you have?"
Angel: "You can eat cough drops the whole day and stay at your desk with a bottle of water. You can limit contact and everything will be OK."
Devil: "But you feel like crap."
Angel: "Suck it up. Life makes you feel like crap, too. Does that stop you?"
Devil: "There are plenty of people who take sick days when they're not even sick. You really are sick. Take the day and have a clear conscience."
Angel: "But you know you could make it through the day just fine."
Devil: "This isn't school. They don't fail you if you become sick within an inch of your life and have to take more than your allotted sick days."
Angel: "Well that's hardly the point. It's a matter of dumping the work load on someone else who doesn't need more to do."
Devil: "Yes, it is the point. There's no reason to feel guilty about taking a sick day. You really are sick."

...... OK, now I'm just having fun with it. Sorry. I'm still at an impasse, though.

I take it back. I feel shitty and I can't push myself past it. Devil wins.

Now get me some soup!

CHUNKY!

better than ... nothing

So, I'm a little buzzed at the moment. It's pathetic how little alcohol it takes me to get to that point. Those of you who need several stiff drinks to get to this point find it amusing I'd be tipsy after ... one and a half of a shabby malt beverage. Those of you against drinking need margaritas, on the rocks, no salt.

And now all my hopes of remaining gender ambiguous are dashed. I flatter myself that it wasn't apparent all along, but spare me that one last joy.

I honestly have no idea why I'm posting anything since I have precious little to say. None of it is worth reading since I don't have links, I don't have political views to share, I don't have horrific photos of celebrities the general masses idolize and ... I should have another drink so this post rambles on into oblivion and I stop hearing what I just wrote in my head using an English accent. Seriously, high brow English accent with a hankering for a spot of tea and everything. I've truly gone mad.

I've made a point of trying to keep this blog free of links and all other manner of extra tangents considering I'm quite capable of coming up with my own. I suppose that means I'm relegated to quick scans from late-night blog surfers and the occasional accidental Googling. Damn, now I'm emoting about how boring I am.

Moving on.

The point is (really? there is one? noooo ... shhhhhh) I'm still here and I still plan to post. When I'm sober. And I have a reason. Beyond this one. Shuttup.