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Called in sick
Oct. 4th, 2006 08:16 amI woke up and lay in bed for a good half hour before I could get myself to get out of bed.
Then, when I did get up, I realized that I'm nauseous. I haven't thrown up, but I'm sufficiently nauseated that I really didn't want to cope with a 1.5 hour TTC commute. So, out of sick days, I called in sick anyway. My plan to make it up: Normally I work a four day work week, working an average of 8.75 hours M-R, and taking Friday off. Next week is supposed to be a four day work-week, however. Normally I'd subtract 7 hours from the number I'm working and make that up in three days and take the Friday off as usual. But it happens that next week's Friday I don't have any appointments or plans as of yet. So, instead what I'm going to do is work all four days the way I normally would, thereby working a full work week. Thus, it all works out.
I don't want to eat, either. That's pretty unusual for me.
Anyway, not sure why I'm depressed. This could all be because I took my meds about six hours late yesterday... or I could just be worrying myself sick. Consciously, I'm not. But subconsciously I could be really upset about the state of my career. It's hard to say. Everything else in my life is pretty good, after all.
Then, when I did get up, I realized that I'm nauseous. I haven't thrown up, but I'm sufficiently nauseated that I really didn't want to cope with a 1.5 hour TTC commute. So, out of sick days, I called in sick anyway. My plan to make it up: Normally I work a four day work week, working an average of 8.75 hours M-R, and taking Friday off. Next week is supposed to be a four day work-week, however. Normally I'd subtract 7 hours from the number I'm working and make that up in three days and take the Friday off as usual. But it happens that next week's Friday I don't have any appointments or plans as of yet. So, instead what I'm going to do is work all four days the way I normally would, thereby working a full work week. Thus, it all works out.
I don't want to eat, either. That's pretty unusual for me.
Anyway, not sure why I'm depressed. This could all be because I took my meds about six hours late yesterday... or I could just be worrying myself sick. Consciously, I'm not. But subconsciously I could be really upset about the state of my career. It's hard to say. Everything else in my life is pretty good, after all.
