Back to work...

In general I just lack the self-discipline to make myself go to bed at a reasonable hour. Last night was no exception, I got sucked into a show on the National Geographic channel about Great White Shark attacks. How could I not though? They were trying to figure out why this one particular surfer had been attacked by sharks 5 or 6 times...something crazy like that (once by two sharks at one time). I think by the end of the show they had concluded that sharks are attracted by blood, but also by urine, and although most surfers urinate in their wetsuits (number one reason why I would personally never want to borrow, rent, or purchase a used wetsuit) this guy was relieving himself with unusual frequency, which apparently made him shark bait. Truthfully I was disappointed that it wasn't something more interesting that was luring the sharks in.

Anyway, let's just say it was well into the am hours by the time I actually made it into bed. My alarm went off WAY too early this morning. I contemplated calling in sick again, since I still sound pretty bad. I laid in bed talking to myself to see if I sounded bad enough to pull it off. There's no question that I do, but I decided to just go back to sleep for a little while and go into work late instead.

I may have slept a little bit longer than I expected to...I ended up rolling through the doors at 9:45 this morning showered and with brushed teeth, but wearing the exact same clothes I wore to work on Monday (my work clothes are all pretty drab and unattractive, so I'm sure no one has noticed), and yesterday's hairdo...only it has kind of a frizzy look to it today.

I was here for about 30 minutes before I decided that perhaps I should go check in with the boss on the off chance that she has something for me to do today (she doesn't). As soon as I started talking she interrupted to tell me that she thinks I sound slightly improved but I look so rundown (yeah, no kidding, that's what happens when I stay up until 3am watching tv, and looking for my favorite belt that seems to be missing...) that she doesn't know why I decided to come back to work today. She also thinks I need to go see a doctor to make sure I don't have pneumonia or something since I'm going on a week now with impaired vocal chords (I got the same speech from my mother on the phone last night). She tried to pressure me into going today or tomorrow, or at least taking tylenol. I'm not sure what the tylenol is supposed to do to help, it's not like I'm in pain. Now that I think about it she may have suggested that because of my "rundown" appearance today. I figure I will think about seeing a Dr. on Monday if I don't sound better by then, I don't think it's going to come to that though. However, I do feel like I have the green light to call in sick tomorrow if I want. Anybody else want to ditch work this Friday and go do something fun?

Also, bad news on the work front. Steve is gone for the rest of the week. He went to see his parents in Atlanta because he and his dad are starting a business back there. He says that he thinks he'll be giving two weeks notice sometime in late November, or early December. I have no expectation that the replacement person will be nearly as funny. I am going to need to find another job.