Sorry for the title of the post, but I woke up with a cold this morning and it's all I could think of. Mark's philosophy on being sick is that if he's going to be miserable he might as well do it at work. But his sick leave is not separate from vacation, so if he takes off for illness he loses a day to take off for enjoyment. Besides, if your boss doesn't give you real sick time you should take your germs to him/her and share the fun. I once worked at a place that gave one sick day per year, and when I came back from vacation in Mexico with ... well you can imagine what ... I daydreamed about fun ways to infect my boss. (OK, I apologize for sharing that).
I now get actual sick time, and I can only take it for health-related things, so when I'm sick I stay home. I'm also mighty irritable when I'm sick, and some of the people at work would only compound my misery. And the people I work with get ticked off when folks come in sick when we have such a good sick leave policy. If I were to go in and anyone else were to get sick within the next two weeks I would be blamed for it.
Good thing I stayed home, because we seem to have a leak in our roof and I was able to put a bucket under it before things got soaked (Thanks to the remnants of Tropical Storm Gaston for bringing the leak to my attention).
I just realized that I'm boring myself, so I can only imagine that anyone who's made it this far is thinking. Wake up! Go somewhere more exciting ... Looky: naughty bits!