the doctor

Well, I thought I could make it through at least a half day of work before succumbing to whatever it is I have, but I was mistaken. By 930a I was dead to the world. So, yes Mary Ellen, I went to the doctor. Guess what? They don't know what I have! Oh joy. Actually, all he could tell me was that I have some sort of viral infection which means, antibiotics won't work. So, for some strange reason, he proceeded to give 2 prescriptions for antibiotics. Here's the kicker, these things are HORSE PILLS. Heather, please refresh everyone's memory as to my inability to swallow pills. Ugh, not fun. But at least I'm at home getting ready to lay down for the rest of the day. Hey, the doc said to rest.

Ps. When I went into my new manager's office to tell him I had to go to the doctor BECAUSE I was sick, he looked at me and asked.."Are you sick?" Then proceeded to ask me if I get sick often. He went even further by making me feel guilty about leaving for the day. But the icing on the cake came when he told me to call the Help Desk in New York to get full access to the systems from HOME! Are you kidding me? If I'm sick...I'm sick...I am not doing your god foresaken work. Oh boy, I work for Idiots On Parade!

k.