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Date: 08 September 2010 11:50:34
Here's the thing. Today I am off work with a cold/ the lurgy/'woman flu' (delete as applicable). I am unwell and I know that taking another day off (I was off yesterday too) will help me kick it into touch. It will also mean that I won't inflict germs on people at work and expect them to cover for my sub-standard work (due to snot-on-the-brain). So, in light of all that:
Why do I feel guilty?
I feel like I should be in work, that I am not that unwell and that I am being selfish and lazy by staying home. It has always been thus. If I am at death's door, then the decision to take a sick day is a no brainer. On days like this, however, when I could drag my reluctant carcass into work but know, in many ways, it would be better not to, then let internal battle commence.
I cannot for the life of me comprehend how anyone could throw a sickie to watch the football or whatever, my conscience would be yelling louder than the crowd!