Good morning from what I believe may be my death bed!
I woke up late last night and felt like I had been run over by a bus and possibly two trains. I got up, took some cold medication and then crawled back to bed hoping that this was all a bad dream. When my alarm did go off this morning, I quickly realized that this was no dream....I was not only sick last night but feel even worse now.
I made myself some hot tea and knew I had to call The Boss and let him know that I had no chance of coming in the office today. I knew this phone call was going to be almost as painful as my pounding head. I put it off as long as I could and finally put on my "big boy" pants and made the call.
He answered on the third ring and I apologized for calling so early and told him I wasn't going to be able to make it in today. He was very understanding and actually suggested that I take tomorrow off too. He told me to rest up and asked if I needed anything. I immediately had a pang of guilt, I have been thinking (and commenting) about how crazy this guy is and he ends up being very sympathetic to the fact that I feel like crap. Maybe I should not be so harsh and narrow-minded. Maybe he is just quirky and I have to learn that's the way he is and always will be. Maybe I'm being too judgmental.
Well, my feelings of guilt evaporated as quickly as they appeared when he said the following: "Do you think maybe you have the coronavirus? Have you been around anyone from China recently? Maybe you should go to the doctor, just to make sure. I have a compromised immune system and should not be an around illness like that"
Yup, he is crazy and I don't feel badly for thinking or commenting about it! I hope to be back soon - if I am lucky enough to survive, what The Boss now believes is, the coronavirus.
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