Or, my week in words.
After a fairly exciting weekend previous, I was brought down to earth by bloke flu. Started off fairly tame, sore throat and headache. Then it turns into the sweat and pounding head. Monday was a right off, no chance of going to work. Slept most of the day. Because of the flu, I slept downstairs as I didn’t want the wife to get the flu.
So the downside to sleeping downstairs, when you need a piss you have to go upstairs. So I needed to go for a piss. Got up, went up stairs and did the business. I felt a little feint, next thing I woke up on the bathroom floor. Knob still out, but luckily I’d finished (well I was dry!). So that made my decision to not go to work on Tuesday.
Now not working currently is a pisser, as my first 6 months of my employment doesn’t pay sick. So Wednesday comes I decide to go in. Not idea why really, after all we are situated in the ignore me area of the office (though to be fair we do get a few visitors – usually other work colleagues who are equally bored and ignored). Of the 4 desks, one is on holiday the other two are sick as well. So an exciting day in the office, feeling like shite with no-one around.
Decided to do site visits instead. This was the pattern for Thursday and Friday too. So all in all a really great place to work. Really glad I joined, no really I am. Still it’s a steady (albeit shite compare to the contract rate) salary and there is not much happening in the world of contracts at the moment. Though still pissed about missing one the other day as I’m not top bollocks security cleared (£390 per day!), bugger I thought.
Anyway, Monday we can welcome back a lazy work shy cunt back to the fold. Though of course, not naming anyone or any workplace. It certainly isn’t where I work, not at all.