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Down with the Sickness
Mar. 8th, 2007 09:15 pmWhee. Got into work today, found out No Oil Change guy had called back four times after I went home, requesting a new agent each time. Each of them took over his case in succession.
He is now officially Somebody Else's Problem.
The rest of the day went similarly well, except fot five out of the fifteen of us being out sick with the Dreaded Lurgy, and seven of the remaining ten coming down with it before we went home. This unfortunately includes me. I am overjoyed (she said with all possible sarcasm), especially since I have no choice about going to work tomorrow as a)I have about six cases I can close with one phone call, and b) my 'buddy' is out sick too, and is unlikely to be coming back since she's having her gallbladder removed. Buddies cover each other's cases when one is out sick. I can't be out sick on the same day she is without giving her customers a complete runaround. (How would YOU feel if told that after speaking to TWO people already about your vehicle, you now had to explain it all to a third? Exactly. This is why I have to drag my butt in tomorrow.) I can sleep over the weekend, assuming I'm still breathing. I went from perfectly fine this morning to a pounding headache, fever, all-over-ache, and the mother of all coughs (it hurts my back.)
The main bit of excitement today was meeting a pseudo-celebrity. I had cause to speak to a member of the Royal Newfoundland Constabulary (I'm fine, nobody's in trouble - well, nobody I know - he was just doing some research on something). He left, and I turned to the person next to me and said "hey, that's that Guy From The RNC Drunk-Driving Public Service Announcements!" Hooray I met someone famous.
Going to go die quietly in my sleep now. After putting dinner leftovers in the fridge.
He is now officially Somebody Else's Problem.
The rest of the day went similarly well, except fot five out of the fifteen of us being out sick with the Dreaded Lurgy, and seven of the remaining ten coming down with it before we went home. This unfortunately includes me. I am overjoyed (she said with all possible sarcasm), especially since I have no choice about going to work tomorrow as a)I have about six cases I can close with one phone call, and b) my 'buddy' is out sick too, and is unlikely to be coming back since she's having her gallbladder removed. Buddies cover each other's cases when one is out sick. I can't be out sick on the same day she is without giving her customers a complete runaround. (How would YOU feel if told that after speaking to TWO people already about your vehicle, you now had to explain it all to a third? Exactly. This is why I have to drag my butt in tomorrow.) I can sleep over the weekend, assuming I'm still breathing. I went from perfectly fine this morning to a pounding headache, fever, all-over-ache, and the mother of all coughs (it hurts my back.)
The main bit of excitement today was meeting a pseudo-celebrity. I had cause to speak to a member of the Royal Newfoundland Constabulary (I'm fine, nobody's in trouble - well, nobody I know - he was just doing some research on something). He left, and I turned to the person next to me and said "hey, that's that Guy From The RNC Drunk-Driving Public Service Announcements!" Hooray I met someone famous.
Going to go die quietly in my sleep now. After putting dinner leftovers in the fridge.
