I got sick this week.
I just want to whine about it and curl up in my bed for a week until it's gone.
I've got two attitudes when I'm sick: resolute and pathetic. I don't have the time to be sick this week, with way too much to do before I have a mostly day off on Saturday. That said, I'm probably sick because of the crushing schedule I've had the past few weeks. This week is no exception.
Last week I managed to work something like 52 hours or so. This week, if I don't call in sick (which I finally did today), will be 67.5 work hours from Sunday-Friday, not counting lunch/dinner breaks (which I only take at one job of my four jobs). Um, that's too much.
Even I know that. Not to self. Working too much, too often, will bring me to a full stop. Or at the very least slow me down and make my brain atrophy.
Luckily, the one job that includes sick time (and which I have nearly a week of time banked) is the one I'm where I'm finishing out my week. The only thing with getting sick, and having available time to take off and still get paid, means that I try to wait until I'm REALLY sick before I take time off. I worked hard for that time. I want it to count!
Just hoping to be better by Mother's Day. No one wants to get Grandma sick!
A truly well-earned Shabbat. I hope yours is filled with health, rest, relaxation and beauty. Mine will be filled with soup, tea and naps.
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