Someone at work is sick. All day Thursday I heard her in her office, hacking an alternately wet and dry cough, raking and frequent. I knew she didn’t feel well, but then she had the temerity to ask me for help not once, but twice as she gradually got worse and worse.
It’s probably just a chest cold, and Lord knows, I’ve been very blessed not to get sick until and unless I was on vacation. I was out a couple of days with something last week, and I really don’t feel like coming down with something like what she has next week. Or better still, over my weekend when I have to take my loving wife grocery shopping.
I know people get sick. I know they can’t help it. I know they don’t want to get sick and are so dedicated to their job, so indispensable at their employer, or simply too obtuse to realize they’re doing more harm than good by coming to work. Well, here’s a dose of reality for you.
Get beyond your contagious period, then come back to work!
This person is pretty well isolated by being in her own office, but then to drag others in there, where she’s been coughing up a lung all day is thoughtless, IMO. She didn’t care if I, or anyone else she dragged in her sanitarium today, got sick later.
For one thing — and maybe it’s just me, but this is why you have it — she’s got a laptop. Use it. Go home, work from there. Spread your happy little virulent bug among your kin, not among those of us who’d rather see you die with every orifice bleeding than to get sick with whatever malignant infection you’ve hosted. Leave me out of it. Ask me your questions over IM, don’t request I come to your little germ-choked cloud of viral pathogens. Gimme a break for pity’s sake. Use your f**king head.
She’s not the only one. “I can’t miss work!” is the Joe Beerbelly cry in retaliation to my arguments. To employers who think you shouldn’t let workers have sick time off — get a clue, f**ktards; you’re losing more money when three or four people come down with it in succession than you would have to let the one stupid drone have a few days off. To those stupid, mindless drones who don’t think they can afford to miss work — go bury your feet in your yard and water them daily until you grow a godd*mn brain, moron. You think you’re the only person in the building? the only person with a family? with a less-than-bulletproof immune system? You’re spreading the infection around like you’re passing out Halloween candy, dickhead. Go the f**k home and be sick alone.
It’s not that hard to think of your co-workers and be courteous of them. Use technology at your fingertips to maintain a healthy environment for everyone.
But maybe I’m too fussy. I am, however, starting to understand how Howard Hughes felt.
How are you all feeling?