Did I mention how very much my work does not suck?
Anyone who asks me to come back and work for them again already has me rubbed what vernacularly inclined people would call "the right way". And when that same anyone responds to, "Well, the reason I've made more mistakes in this one day than in the entire time I've worked for you is because I'm actually really sick, and I have no mind for the forseeable future." with something other than, "So you can do no useful work for me? You are so very fired. Why are you still here?" has earned my semi-eternal gratitude.
So far I have yet to have even one single doctors certificate requisitioned. This would be rather pleasing, were it not for the fact that I am actually really, really sick. Why do I only get unquestioned sick leave, combined with shifts for those with no mind when I need them?
On a somewhat related note, I have highly hallucinatory sleeping pills. I hate them
On a somewhat-related-to-the-above-related-note note, I've started painting again. And Jacksons RT had a huge canvas sale today, so I bought something in the vicinity of one hundred and fifty dollars worth of canvas and paint for considerably less. One hundred dollars less in fact. Hopefully this was not one of the hallucinations from the pills; I'd hate to think what I've been painting on.
Anyone who asks me to come back and work for them again already has me rubbed what vernacularly inclined people would call "the right way". And when that same anyone responds to, "Well, the reason I've made more mistakes in this one day than in the entire time I've worked for you is because I'm actually really sick, and I have no mind for the forseeable future." with something other than, "So you can do no useful work for me? You are so very fired. Why are you still here?" has earned my semi-eternal gratitude.
So far I have yet to have even one single doctors certificate requisitioned. This would be rather pleasing, were it not for the fact that I am actually really, really sick. Why do I only get unquestioned sick leave, combined with shifts for those with no mind when I need them?
On a somewhat related note, I have highly hallucinatory sleeping pills. I hate them
On a somewhat-related-to-the-above-related-note note, I've started painting again. And Jacksons RT had a huge canvas sale today, so I bought something in the vicinity of one hundred and fifty dollars worth of canvas and paint for considerably less. One hundred dollars less in fact. Hopefully this was not one of the hallucinations from the pills; I'd hate to think what I've been painting on.