Callin' In Sick When I'm Not Sick...
October 10, 2009
I called in sick today. Well, I’m unemployed and it’s Saturday so I had to call myself and pretend to have this really bad migraine headache and that’s why I couldn’t work. It worked because I went right back to bed without the headache and a smile on my face. Gosh, what a sucker I am. I disguised my voice; low, breathless and broken up. And I believed me!! What a riot.
Funny, while I was working I never called in sick unless I really did have that migraine headache. I was too worried I would lose my job. I lost it anyway. I guess the moral of the story is call in sick when you’re not sick once in awhile. You’ll probably lose your job anyway.
Nevertheless, I decided to give myself a real “me” nurturing, gentleness, not take a shower day. I stayed in bed until 1:00 p.m. Sometimes sleeping, sometimes not. Sometimes on one side of the bed, sometimes the other, sometimes just splayed across the bed under the covers and the flannel sheets which are now on the bed for autumn and winter. Lovely. It’s so lovely not to feel as if you have to get out of bed. Now I have umpteen number of things to do but as I went through the list mentally I realized I could do it tomorrow or Monday. Or even next weekend if I wanted to; I mean, hell, cleaning house and running errands can wait really. I’m not that excited about either and never are of course.
I was thinking not too long ago about how I used to spend some Sundays in my pajamas, sleeping in, making breakfast in bed, finishing a good book I couldn’t put down the night before and wanted to read all at once the last 50 pages or so and watching movies on TV all day. I haven’t done that in years. So I decided that was what I would do today with my fake migraine. I finished a book that had been on a list to read for so long and browsing a bookstore one Sunday afternoon not too long ago, I picked up. Memoir of a woman traveling alone to three different countries in Europe (no, not Eat, Pray, Love, which I enjoyed but its precursor that came out a decade earlier) and renewing her adventure and passion for life. How I envy her and her experiences. I would love to travel to Europe, London, Ireland and stay for a year and make everyday a spontaneous adventure. She even met someone on her travels. Goodness, what am I waiting for.
Quite frankly, I’m waiting for the dog adoption place to call me back. These people sure take their time for places that are trying to adopt unwanted animals. Sigh. I hate waiting. That’s my adventure right now, looking for a pet pooch. Finally. I have wanted a dog for so long and finally after that horrible person tried to break in or whatever it was, that was the final straw for me. I found a friend over the adoption website and I want her very badly and can’t wait to meet the little black furry gal. Sigh. Waiting is hard.
In any event, I shall go take a shower now. And make myself pretty for returning shoes to Macy’s that I bought a few days ago after an OB/GYN visit. After those yearly traumatic visits where the pain of taking a biopsy is suffered, I tend to want to be good to myself. Usually it’s lunch and a new book but for some reason I decided to go to the mall, big mistake. I don’t go to malls very often because I have a shopping disorder. It’s roughly like bulimia, where I binge and then purge meaning I buy by the dozens and then get home and realize, I’m not wealthy!! And end up taking 8 out of 10 items back. Which is fine. It just makes me appreciate the two items I keep and really when I get to looking at all of it, I get sick, physically. I bought four pairs of shoes and when I sat down and meditated and asked if I could keep them all, I got a visual of two pairs of the shoes to take back. A little universal reprimand. Like, hey, we’ll let you buy two but four is a bit much on the abundance scale right now. I got it, loud and clear. I don’t want them anyway. I looked in my closet when I got home and found two pairs I forgot I had. See when you’re unemployed, the wardrobe choices dwindle because where are going anyway but from the kitchen to the bathroom to the bedroom back to the living room? There’s only so much you can decide to wear in a day for all that and run through underwear to boot and have to do laundry again. Yeah, well. And I’m keeping the brown suede boots by the way. And I have to say I did get 30% off all the shoes. It’s not like I fished out the card to buy everything full price. With this economy and the stores clamoring for business if you buy something full price you must be related to Bill Gates or Bill Gates and he wouldn’t wear these boots I’m sure. His foot is probably much larger.
Oh, the book was called “Without Reservations” by Alice Steinbach. Really good. So was breakfast in bed. It was more like an early lunch but of course today I’m not paying attention to the time. Except that it is getting late and I still haven’t had a call back from the adoption place. Did I mention that? Yeah, not paying attention to the time at all.
MM
I called in sick today. Well, I’m unemployed and it’s Saturday so I had to call myself and pretend to have this really bad migraine headache and that’s why I couldn’t work. It worked because I went right back to bed without the headache and a smile on my face. Gosh, what a sucker I am. I disguised my voice; low, breathless and broken up. And I believed me!! What a riot.
Funny, while I was working I never called in sick unless I really did have that migraine headache. I was too worried I would lose my job. I lost it anyway. I guess the moral of the story is call in sick when you’re not sick once in awhile. You’ll probably lose your job anyway.
Nevertheless, I decided to give myself a real “me” nurturing, gentleness, not take a shower day. I stayed in bed until 1:00 p.m. Sometimes sleeping, sometimes not. Sometimes on one side of the bed, sometimes the other, sometimes just splayed across the bed under the covers and the flannel sheets which are now on the bed for autumn and winter. Lovely. It’s so lovely not to feel as if you have to get out of bed. Now I have umpteen number of things to do but as I went through the list mentally I realized I could do it tomorrow or Monday. Or even next weekend if I wanted to; I mean, hell, cleaning house and running errands can wait really. I’m not that excited about either and never are of course.
I was thinking not too long ago about how I used to spend some Sundays in my pajamas, sleeping in, making breakfast in bed, finishing a good book I couldn’t put down the night before and wanted to read all at once the last 50 pages or so and watching movies on TV all day. I haven’t done that in years. So I decided that was what I would do today with my fake migraine. I finished a book that had been on a list to read for so long and browsing a bookstore one Sunday afternoon not too long ago, I picked up. Memoir of a woman traveling alone to three different countries in Europe (no, not Eat, Pray, Love, which I enjoyed but its precursor that came out a decade earlier) and renewing her adventure and passion for life. How I envy her and her experiences. I would love to travel to Europe, London, Ireland and stay for a year and make everyday a spontaneous adventure. She even met someone on her travels. Goodness, what am I waiting for.
Quite frankly, I’m waiting for the dog adoption place to call me back. These people sure take their time for places that are trying to adopt unwanted animals. Sigh. I hate waiting. That’s my adventure right now, looking for a pet pooch. Finally. I have wanted a dog for so long and finally after that horrible person tried to break in or whatever it was, that was the final straw for me. I found a friend over the adoption website and I want her very badly and can’t wait to meet the little black furry gal. Sigh. Waiting is hard.
In any event, I shall go take a shower now. And make myself pretty for returning shoes to Macy’s that I bought a few days ago after an OB/GYN visit. After those yearly traumatic visits where the pain of taking a biopsy is suffered, I tend to want to be good to myself. Usually it’s lunch and a new book but for some reason I decided to go to the mall, big mistake. I don’t go to malls very often because I have a shopping disorder. It’s roughly like bulimia, where I binge and then purge meaning I buy by the dozens and then get home and realize, I’m not wealthy!! And end up taking 8 out of 10 items back. Which is fine. It just makes me appreciate the two items I keep and really when I get to looking at all of it, I get sick, physically. I bought four pairs of shoes and when I sat down and meditated and asked if I could keep them all, I got a visual of two pairs of the shoes to take back. A little universal reprimand. Like, hey, we’ll let you buy two but four is a bit much on the abundance scale right now. I got it, loud and clear. I don’t want them anyway. I looked in my closet when I got home and found two pairs I forgot I had. See when you’re unemployed, the wardrobe choices dwindle because where are going anyway but from the kitchen to the bathroom to the bedroom back to the living room? There’s only so much you can decide to wear in a day for all that and run through underwear to boot and have to do laundry again. Yeah, well. And I’m keeping the brown suede boots by the way. And I have to say I did get 30% off all the shoes. It’s not like I fished out the card to buy everything full price. With this economy and the stores clamoring for business if you buy something full price you must be related to Bill Gates or Bill Gates and he wouldn’t wear these boots I’m sure. His foot is probably much larger.
Oh, the book was called “Without Reservations” by Alice Steinbach. Really good. So was breakfast in bed. It was more like an early lunch but of course today I’m not paying attention to the time. Except that it is getting late and I still haven’t had a call back from the adoption place. Did I mention that? Yeah, not paying attention to the time at all.
MM
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