Calling-off

[illusionofjoy]

I called off from work Sunday night. I suppose that I could have forced myself though a night there, but I would have been miserable and likely made everyone around me miserable too. The fact that simply standing up felt like gravity had betrayed me clinched my decision to stay home.

What I hate about calling off from work is that I feel guilty about doing so. Despite the fact that I was sick, therefore disabling me from functioning in a way that would be satisfactory in the eyes of the company, I still feel bad about not showing up. Granted, I hate missing out on a day's worth of pay but that feeling is always superseded by this lingering feeling of truancy. I've come to believe that I had far too much unneeded guilt driven into me during my youth.

Despite feeling like I should be going to work despite my sickness, the disease eventually won the fight for my emotions (and my body) as I collapsed into bed. Suffice it to say that I felt better after eighteen hours of sleep.

I did make it to work last night. Given that my sorter went completely haywire for about six hours made me wish I hadn't though.

Comments

[czerach.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

Get better soon :)

[illusion-of-joy.livejournal.com]

Thanks. :)

Physically I feel better, but work last night just completely blew. I'm hoping that tonight isn't as bad, but they'll probably be stuff left over from last night, which is how badly that machine messed up.