Sicky

I'm sick. I was sick yesterday, and I'm sick today. I went to work to be nice because we get the cash shipment on Thursdays and I'm the person who takes care of them. I asked my manager after I was done if I could go home. Despite the fact that it's dead slow today, and we have all the doors open (we had the carpet cleaned and now have a mold problem), so I'm freezing cold and sick, Matt told me I couldn't go home. This is the second time my managers have told me I can't go home when I'm sick. I feel like they walk all over me, but my job is fragile right now, so I have to let them. I'm just really sick of being that person that no one respects. I want to go home and cuddle up with my comforter and my Ernie Pillow and watch Hercules.

"Sometimes, it’s easier to say that you’re fine instead of having to explain all the reasons why you’re not."