Seriously, it's like that kid who reminds the Teacher that she didn't collect everyone's homework. The art above I found on Google Images, without attribution, which I usually won't use, but this time it fit so perfectly I had to have it. If it's your art, let me know and I will replace it.
I am sick. Very sick. Too sick to really do my job well, but apparently not too sick to blog about it. I would really like to go home and lay down. I am not going to though, because I need to use my last day off on Friday for moving. What I could have done was just go home in the middle of the day, and as long as I didn't make a fuss about it, no one would have noticed or cared. I work on commission, if I'm not here, they don't pay me. Pretty easy right?
Well, unfortunately, my office has a hall monitor. He's the kind of guy who will loudly 'joke' about your work performance while a manager is next to you. I have a pretty good work ethic, and I make a lot of money doing what I do. Yet I still have a reputation as the office slacker thanks to this feminine hygiene product. Everyone has moments in their day where they goof off or daydream. Mine are habitually trumpeted to management.