that's the good news. it's carotidynia. that's the bad news. it's an inflammation of the throat, apparently, but i have no idea what causes it, how i got it, or whether it's contagious. the treatment is three advil every six hours and lots of fluids. i just hope it's not a long-time thing...
but for more fun, back to why i hate my job. i have now discovered exactly how much my company values me. which is not at all, it would seem. which is funny, considering how i bust my ass for them. staying late, taking on extra responsibilities (like writing the bi-monthly newsletter when we didn't have a supervising teacher, and doing all the planning at that time and everything else...), volunteering for extra hours in other rooms (note to self: see if the check for that stint has any intentions of materializing). and i get repaid in this way: 1. turned down for the promotion to supervising teacher. 2. not allowed to leave work with a legitimate illness. and i have to wonder--why am i bothering? when BitchCakes can strut the halls and feel all superior because she has kissed more ass than...what's something that's kissed a lot of ass? and i can work myself til i drop and not get recognition (except from some of the parents). when i come so close to walking out the door that the only thing stopping me is that i get health benefits in three weeks.
i'm not going in tomorrow. and i don't care who says anything, because Coworker the Potential Lush is calling out every other day, half the preschool staff has taken a sick day since BossLady went on her honeymoon, and i'm done feeling guilty for calling out when i'm legitimately sick.
feeling very nancy sinatra in boots,
--beatpoetgrrl
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