My head hurts like a motherfucker, and my extremities are beginning to hurt, too. Smells like illness coming on to me. Fickityfuck. That's the last thing I need right now. For one thing, I have classes starting Thursday (project management); for another, I have a Valentine's Day hike scheduled for tomorrow night.
I could care less about missing work. "I wouldn't say I've been missing it, Bob."
I keep running across jobs that I could qualify for given some flexibility on the part of the hiring manager and some salesmanship on my part. I could increase my wages by as much as 50%. Having that in my hip pocket makes bullshit like my boss coming out with a new documentation standard a little less traumatic. So now, not only are we responsible for our project's life cycle from cradle to grave, we also have to write the documentation. I empty my nostrils in his general direction.
I want to go home and shiver on my recliner.