Called in sick. Nasty icky miserable headache, crampy, blah blah blah. I feel good enough to plop my ass by the computer (for a spell) but damned if I’m going to work. Not when the headache lingers and threatens to get worse. Uh uh. I’ve dragged myself in too many times when I felt like crap, I don’t feel like doing it this time. Not with all the sick time I have stored up.
Regulations at work dictate that we try to give the boss a lot of advance notice if we call in sick. (We don’t have to, but we are encouraged to.) They need to find relief staff for us if we call in, so the sooner they know, the better. So I called in the middle of the night last night, (when the headache was at its worst) and told the person there that I was sick and couldn’t come in. They will then call the boss at 7 am in the morning and notify them. All according to the rules. Gave them plenty of notice.
But the night staff person didn’t call the boss! They must have forgotten. I believe it was an honest mistake—nothing more. But the boss just called me a little while ago, (an hour into my shift) wondering where I was! So much for advance notice! He will have to scramble to find a replacement for me. Damn! I feel bad about that. (I don’t worry that the night staff will try to weasel out and pretend I didn’t call—a few other people know I was trying to reach her last night.)
I don’t know, it’s a screwed up system they have. Why not let us leave messages too? Something? I don’t know. It’s screwed.
Well, I had to share. As I sit here with my icky headache. (I am such a wimp, but I hate headaches!)
I’m sure others here have sick day stories. Or something.