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On the bright side, Conne, if you're still feeling rough when the week starts, you can use one of the 300 days of sick leave you receive every year.
Seriously, though, feel better, man. Getting sick on the weekend is the worst.
I haven't checked my accruals recently but I must have at least 15 days stocked up. I actually thought of you when I came down with this because I have a big meeting on Tuesday that I don't want to miss...IIRC, the last few times you got sick you missed some big stuff at work.
I have five weeks at the moment. I accrue a day off every pay period.
Pissing me off: random events that conspire to through me into an existential crisis.
Think it was Socrates that said the unexamined life was not worth living. ******* asswipe. It's upon being forced to examine your life that ***** up your head. In many ways living in the moment and doing vs. thinking is a much more pleasant way to exist.
Think it was Socrates that said the unexamined life was not worth living. ******* asswipe. It's upon being forced to examine your life that ***** up your head. In many ways living in the moment and doing vs. thinking is a much more pleasant way to exist.
This is one of the reasons why I have argued (you have as well I think) that the folks working the day shift at the Ford plant have it made. You know when you're going to work, when you're leaving, and that every night there will be Coors Light and meatloaf cooked by your fat wife. Not much to examine in that situation...simplicity is a virtue!
The ******* sociopath who decided that I had to be taught a lesson for (debatably) running a red light on my bicycle this morning - by pulling in front of me and throwing his driver's door open.
It's the reduced pressure in the cabin, the gas in your gut expands and forces its way out. It's called altitude flatus. Happens in the mountains too.
In other words, yeah, me too. I secretly take great pleasure in gassing my fellow travelers.
i got my first and last all day hangover at age 17. learned a valuable lesson.
And stitch, I save my tongue lashings for a more appreciative audience, namely Mrs. A.
AYO!!
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first day back at work in 9 days. started with discovering my tire was almost flat and scrambling to find some quarters and get to an air pump before work. yay for real life.