This past Monday was no exception. I knew when I saw that blinking light indicating I had a voicemail that she’d had called in sick. To top it off, she goes into great detail in an “I’m on death’s door” voice. This time is was stomach flu, vomiting all weekend … yadda, yadda, yadda. I’ve heard it all before. Monday night she left me a text message (which I didn’t see until Tuesday morning) saying that she’d ended up at the ER because all the vomiting had left her dehydrated and they had to pump her full of fluids.
Now, I have sympathy for anyone who gets sick, but not when its on a regular basis. I can’t decide if she’s actually a closet drinker. I never smell anything on her and I have a pretty good nose for detecting booze since I have a couple of alchy siblings.
I’m mostly peeved because it turned out that Monday and Tuesday were incredibly busy days. Not only did I have the work of my two attorneys, but I was in the middle of preparing the monthly billing and then I had to try to handle whatever the other two attorneys had. I was not a pleasant person when I got home. If I could drink I would have demanded copious amounts of wine … stat.
Well, this time the two attorneys she works for want to see the ER records. I sent her a text to that affect. Apparently they’ve pretty much had it with her. I wouldn’t be surprised if she got the axe this time. Again, I can sympathize, but my sympathy only runs so far. Hell, I’ve got cancer and I don’t take off nearly as much time as she does.