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10/17/2003 Entry: "Just Sick In The Head."

I've spent the past few days deciding whether to be sick or not. I don't think I'm going to be.

I always feel a little odd saying that, that people are going to think of it as a new-age hippie thing, or a patronizing "It's all in your head" comment. All I mean is, sometimes when I feel the start of a very small cold, particularly when I know other people around me who have been sick, I can delay or avoid the full-fledged cold. I'm not sure if it's positive thinking, or just that I make healthier choices (like not getting toasted on vodka on a monday night or staying up until 3AM playing Internet Radio DJ) that help me get better. But either way, I have too much to do.

Well, not like work stuff to do; I'd much rather be sick during the week, not one of the "presentees" who come in and make an already sick from stress workplace even worse. They say that one of the signs of advanced
job burnout is that you'd have difficulty choosing between going in to work or staying home too sick to go to work.

I don't know about advanced burnout, but I sure think this could have been a duvet day.

Replies: One Comment

Have a duvet day.
Just don't fuck the elf.

(That is my new favorite idiom.)

Posted by Jessica @ 10/22/2003 05:25 PM PST

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