I'm staying in today, hoping that I don't inconvenience anyone at work too much.
I always feel SO guilty when I skip work due to illness. I mean, I'm sure they're all happier without me there, curled on my side and cursing the heavens, with the threat of needing a washroom really quickly hovering over the air. But still, I always feel so badly that I'm not at work.
It dates back to my retail days, I think, where if I didn't work I didn't get paid. As a university student, I really needed to get paid, so I'd drag myself into work regardless, and serve people looking, sounding and feeling like death. Despite having worked this job since 2010, am on a salary, and have a few sick days year that I can use, missing work still always stresses me out.
Hopefully, if things start to improve, I will be able to get some non-paying work done. I have episodes of Nights at the Round Table to edit together. This seems as good a time as any to get that done. I also have with me the manuscript for The Third Prince, so I can write some if I'm feeling up to it.
But first, bed. I'm tired and I want sleep.