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pauraque_bk) wrote2009-01-28 06:20 pm
pauraque_bk) wrote2009-01-28 06:20 pm
halp
So, I guess I was marching towards my physical limit, without knowing it until I was there. This morning I got up and got dressed and then realized there was absolutely no way I could even make it to the bus stop to go to work, let alone do any work when I was there. There were strong arguments in favor of going to work at least for a little while:
1) I had left some stuff unfinished thinking I could do it today
2) I was the only one opening, and Boss would already be on her way to other store, so she probably couldn't get there and open in time
3) If she had to turn around and open our store, she would have to cancel interviews she was going to do
The spirit was willing, but the flesh was just, no. If it had been a matter of life or death to get to that store I MIGHT have been able to do it, but anything less than that, it wasn't going to happen.
I called Boss and got her voice mail, so I called Other Store Manager, which was probably better anyway because he has something she generally lacks: The ability to perceive when a situation is serious. He said he would figure something out and I hung up, and then I stayed in bed asleep or half-asleep for the rest of the day.
Boss called at some point and informed me that she was taking me off the schedule for the rest of the week, because next week she has to go to some trade show so "what happened today can't happen next week". I suspect that it wouldn't have "happened" in the first place if she had, you know, had me stay home when I was sick, rather than pushing it until I physically couldn't do it anymore.
1) I had left some stuff unfinished thinking I could do it today
2) I was the only one opening, and Boss would already be on her way to other store, so she probably couldn't get there and open in time
3) If she had to turn around and open our store, she would have to cancel interviews she was going to do
The spirit was willing, but the flesh was just, no. If it had been a matter of life or death to get to that store I MIGHT have been able to do it, but anything less than that, it wasn't going to happen.
I called Boss and got her voice mail, so I called Other Store Manager, which was probably better anyway because he has something she generally lacks: The ability to perceive when a situation is serious. He said he would figure something out and I hung up, and then I stayed in bed asleep or half-asleep for the rest of the day.
Boss called at some point and informed me that she was taking me off the schedule for the rest of the week, because next week she has to go to some trade show so "what happened today can't happen next week". I suspect that it wouldn't have "happened" in the first place if she had, you know, had me stay home when I was sick, rather than pushing it until I physically couldn't do it anymore.
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I suspect that it wouldn't have "happened" in the first place if she had, you know, had me stay home when I was sick
This too.
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The deliciousness of blaming people for not resisting physical illness... makes me want to cut a bitch.
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