My job has made me seriously stressed out the past week, and it was really showing today. I feel sick, I can't get motivated...and you know what? I have 16 hours of sick time I can use.
Yup, I called in sick, and I'm taking a personal health day. I could have worked, I've been forced to work through worse. (Puked twice one day and they kept me at my register anyways for my shift.) But after the shit I've been put through while the store manager was on vacation, am I going to?
.....nope nope nope. Eff it, nope.
This gives me time to deal with the issues at hand, and get feeling better for the confrontation tomorrow of having to ask William to deal with two of his managers' behavior while he was away.
I had a bit of a clue when my morning started off super-poorly that I was going to have to do something. And if that something happens to be calling in sick, well, ok then. I was going to force myself to go in until my mom said that if I didn't call in, she would for me.
.....go Mom for seeing that I needed some time. Mom, I love you, you rock.
So I am going to rest, get feeling better, and take some time for myself today. Art, definitely, and probably a few other things.
Listening to: Kissin' Dynamite videos on Youtube.
Reading: Rough drafts of my stuff.
Watching: My computer screen.
Playing: I wish I had time to play.
Eating: Chocolate bar with berries in it.
Drinking: A liter of diet coke.