I've always felt that calling in "sick" sounded so limp and woolly, particularly when your ailment is a simple case of not feeling like going into the office, and yet hear I sit in front of my computer in a frumpy t-shirt and panties when I ought to be sitting all cheery at my desk; thanking my lucky stars I still have a job in this troubled economy. I have argued several times that skipping out of a perfectly good job is the portal through which all slackers must pass if they genuinely don't appreciate their job or want to know what it is that differentiates them from a toaster oven or a comfy Barcalounger.

True enough, I don't appreciate my job. Over the past six years, they've taken an otherwise decent job and turned it into a puppy mill. Surfing privileges gone.  Lunch hour curtailed. Breaks shortened. I can't even get up and go pee outside of my regularly scheduled breaks without it affecting my job performance. Yes, I totally understand that its the responsibility of any company to whip the donkey a little more in hopes of getting a little extra productivity, but must they pull away the carrot at the same time? The sad truth is they pay...somewhat decent. That and the fact don't hold a degree in anything beyond the ability to talk my way out of a wet paper bag means I find myself stuck in a job I loathe.
              
                   Clearly I need to start robbing banks (or knuckle down and go back to school).

Today's Positive: Outside of whining about something momentarily outside of my control, I am enjoying having the day off with my 3-year old. Its like a free Saturday in the middle of the week!

Today's Negative:  Ugh. Gotta go to work tomorrow. 

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