Murphy's Law Of The Flu
The dreaded Lurgy has flown from office to office and decided to get to know me better before it moves on.
Lurgy chose a brilliant time to visit: my last week at the current job. Nothing quite like the ridicule one receives when 'chucking a sickie' in the last week. It's been laughing faces and pointing fingers all morning. Being the mature and rational adult I am, my entirely appropriate response was communicated to the perpetrators with the use of my middle finger.
Aside from the inconvenience of Lurgy's visit, the feeling I have at work this week is a surreal one. Five years in the same job and it all ends this Thursday. When you spend eight hours a day with a group of people, you can't help but form a close bond with them, even if this is due to a common enemy known as 'Work'.
Luckily, that close bond will now be broken. My underwear will be cleaner for it.
Bye, bye, guys.
Hello, world!
8 comments:
Hey, better to be sick now so you can get it out of the way before you start your "real" work.
I agree. Use the sick time while you've got it. It would be really shitty if you'd gotten sick this Friday instead.
I'd say the arrival of "lurgy" comes as no surprise. One only has to look at your attendence record for the past 5 years.
Ouch! Excuse me, Bear, I believe this KNIFE is yours.
I think your workmates will miss you. What will they use for knife throwing practice now??
Hope you are feeling better soon and get to enjoy the long weekend. :D
They're just pissy because you're leaving and they're still stuck staring at cube walls and imagining life outside the exciting world of slot machine programming. Woohoo!
Thanks everyone. And Stephen, I found out last night that one of them was posing as my boss for that comment. How did I find out? Well, I complained to my boss about it first!
It was all in good fun. I'm gonna miss those guys.
nomu nomu nomu hatadi
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