Seriously, though, I got out of ‘bed’ and was immediately dizzy, so I figure this is a preventative sick day and if I am contagious, this is the stage I will be contagious in and everyone will thank me later. This works out as well as could be expected, I suppose, given that I had no food to take for lunch. I can make something while I’m here to take tomorrow.
Also, I would like for it to be more acceptable to use sick days for when brains are sick because my brain is largely sad and homicidal. Guys, the list of things my coworkers did to me in the last two days is fucking baffling. I don’t know why they’re behaving like this - flicking the back of my head, teasing me for using a blanket when I’m cold, teasing me for having no (local) friends, using every opportunity to startle me by hitting drawers and walls or yelling my name when I’m trying to concentrate, saying weird almost backhanded things about the blue stripe in my hair, keeping me from walking down the hall, and more - but it’s utterly infuriating to deal with like this. Also, some kind of pipes in the men’s room broke, or else the entire male population of the office has nuclear bowels, because the hallway leading to reception has smelled strongly of rotted ass marinating in sulfur for the last few days.
I’m sure my coworker’s behavior must be some kind of re-initiation into their midst since I was gone for a few days, but I can’t fucking stand them another day in a row. I had to cover the front desk for T the last few days, who is covering for A because A’s step-father died, and T is bulimic and uses the trash can frequently, so the entire reception desk smelled like sour stomach teddy grahams for the hour and a half I had to sit up there every day and Sonny just fucking poked and screamed at me and then ran away all day yesterday and I Just Can’t.
