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[apocalypsos]

I'm going to spend the next three hours trying to decide whether to call in sick from work. Which is stupid, because I woke up this morning feeling twice as bad as I did yesterday and I could barely breathe yesterday. See, I could get away with calling off from work just fine, I think, because Lumbergh knows damn well I haven't called off sick in over six months and at least I'm not at the other station, where the boss once convinced me to come in for four hours when I tried to call off sick simply because nobody else was trained to do data entry. Of course, if I call in sick, they might make the Grouch stay another three hours to cover my shift, they're going to have to find someone who remembered how to do some of the data entry that only I know how to do, and when I come in tomorrow, I'm going to be up to my eyebrows in packages with bad addresses that need research, which'll probably mean a twelve-hour day for me, too.

Maybe I can convince the boss to only let me come in from five to nine.

Gyah. I should not have to debate myself this much over calling in sick when I feel this weak. *headdesk*