I woke up this morning feeling like absolute shit. Actually, the shittiness started right before bed and continued on into the night. Tossing and turning all night until I finally woke up with a serious headache at 3am. I popped some Ibuprofen, made Amora a bottle, and basically cried myself back to sleep. I felt terrible.
Then when I finally did manage to get to sleep, it was about an hour past the time I was supposed to wake up for work. I told myself I was going to get up and go, but every time I tried to get up, I ended up back on the bed, knocked TF out.
I finally got to work…currently sitting here breathing out of my mouth like a fucking psycho. Why am I even here? 3/4 of the building is out on vacation until Jan 2nd, and I’m fighting off drowsy medicine at my desk. I really think something is wrong with this picture…
But it’s my own fault, I guess? I used all my PTO already, so I’ve got 3 days until that shit resets.
Doctor appointments, having a baby, honeymoon, emergencies for my daughter. Those things add up. A lot of those days weren’t even for enjoyment. I had to be out, had to get stuff done or take care of something.
What about “emergency time off”? Let’s make that a thing. Separate from PTO.
For the days when your daughter’s babysitter all of a sudden can’t watch her or when you have to go to the emergency room because you think you have cancer, yea, “emergency time off” is appropriate.
Yea right, I know. But a girl can dream.