Hi Ho, Hi Ho, It's off to work I crawl

I really do enjoy my job, and very rarely complain about it - at least in the grand scheme of things. I set all of my own appointments and meetings, and really have about a 90% say of what my day looks like. This means that I get to be ambitious when I want. Sure, I'll schedule four things for today, get them all out of the way, and have a long day. I'll go home early on Friday. How wonderful.

And then there are days like today, when I feel like a rabid porcupine crawled down my throat in the middle of the night, and then someone punched me in the head. On these days, I do not like my job. There are many places where you can call off, not feel bad, and no one will really miss your presence. Mine is not one of the jobs. In order for me to call off today, I would have to get a hold of 12 different people, cancel, and find a day to reschedule. It also seems to happen that about every three months or so is when I get sick. And it also just happens that I need to do meetings with the same people every three months. So I look like that woman who is always sick to those people (or what I feel, is they think I'm not sick, and just lazy, which is really a whole lot worse. You get "oh, so you're feeling better now?". Look bitch, I was sick. There is such as thing as a 48 hour flu. get over it).

Yes, I will go in, and yes I will probably hate myself for that by the end of the day, but I really don't feel well enough to cancel all of my meetings. How ironic. Oh the days I hate my job.