(I don’t talk about work a lot, first off I don’t want to get Dooced. Secondly, I think where I work and what I do are kind of boring and don’t want to bitch too much here, because that is what I would do if I got too much on a roll, but I am going to mention it today. )

Yesterday I felt pretty cruddy all day. I had a cough, my sinuses were blocked, and I had this little headache that didn’t seem bad enough to do anything about, but was still annoying. I mentioned it to my co-worker, with who I share a double-wide cube (Klassy.) and let her know that I just thought it was a sinus thing. 

This morning I took a hot shower, and on the way to work, the floodgates weren’t just opened, they were bombed and destroyed. By the time I got to work, I was sneezing, snotty, and so distracted that by 9:00, I had barely gotten started on the days work, which is highly out of character for me.

Now I had a conundrum with a few circumstances to consider.

1. I like going to work. I get a little depressed on weekends if I spend too much time in bed or don’t get a few errands run or something else accomplished. 
2. I get paid for the hours I spend at work. Jared and I have been working to pay off this last little (seriously little) credit card, and it’s been taking longer then we want, thanks to a sick dog. 
3. I think the co-worker I share a cube with is pregnant. She had a private secret meeting with the boss and I am a conspiracy theorist, so I talked myself down from the ledge with this excuse.

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