Calling In Sick For Fun
Is it any wonder?
On Tuesday this week, I left work early.
I told my boss I felt a fever coming on and asked if I should leave. She was eager to let me know to take care of myself and proceeded to give me a lecture on how to be sick. I went home with a grinch's grin, knowing that I have a devilish plan. I'm taking a small vacation, and burning my sick hours.
It's now Thursday, and I'm still "sick".
I've gone on a bike ride every morning, each time right after the rain.
The air has been clean and crisp. The roads are empty after 9am. Outside smells like sage and wet dirt.
I've been eating clean and not excessively.
I don't ever want to go back to my job. Life has so much to offer if you let it.
Click to reveal the reason for crashing out.
Gone are my stresses from work; the 3 MTRs that I am unable to complete by the now-passed deadline due to lack of equipment. The fact that I'm stuck eternally training new guys because their actual boss doesn't care. The constant bickering and gossip between my team members. The mandatory brown nosing and chode suckling. The executive function battle between doing busy work or watching youtube all day. The backseating from my boss when I'm working with a user, just to appear like she has the better answers.None of that mattered when I called out.
I called out because I couldn't take it anymore. Those people were putting so much pressure on me to do the job of 3 people.
So I don't care. Flounder without me. Why should a team of able bodied IT guys need me to do basic tasks. Let the "grand opening" of those meeting rooms fail.
The grand opening was doomed to fail from the start. I've been begging for any spare equipment from other sites, and nothing was responded to. Nothing was purchased from the real AV manager. Nobody wants to work.
I will be the scapegoat for this. I will most likely be fired. It's okay.
I'm okay with being the scapegoat. This is what happens when management fails; they blame the tech, and fire them.
I want to be fired.
I want to be free.
I'm too scared to quit myself.
But damn.
The weather has slapped both of my ass cheeks in the best way.
I want the clean, cold air to dip it's cock in milk and honey and rail me.
Ever since I got my dirt drop bar in, it's been nothing but good riding. It's like riding a road bike with nothing but comfort. These bars are MASSIVE, and I can no longer make sharp turns. They hit my knee.
But fuck man, I've never ridden in such luxury. So many hand positions, upright or aero, pairs so well with the wide-low chainrings...
This song and this song have been my OST this week.
I've been tearing through the hiking trail by me; I'm getting used to dirt riding. Pushing up hills is going to give me nice legs in the long-run.
I still have that sweet, morose feeling from the cold air.
It fills me with memories and feelings from the past.
Short romances, outings with friends, road trips to the desert, skating, drying off and getting warm from the rain, wishing for lightning.
Maybe one day I'll have a steinway grand piano fall on my head, and just before it red-mists me, I'll be able to relive those times in some ghost of christmas past way.