6:15am bus stop musings
I definitely came back to work from surgery way too soon, and my body is paying for it—mostly because my voice is completely gone and is apparently taking its sweet time making a comeback. Naturally, this is the exact week my weirdo co-teacher decided to crank her dramatic, over-emotional behavior up to eleven over the most mundane topics. With zero vocal cords and even less patience for her nonsense, I had to give myself a silent pep talk to remember that I have real bills to pay, and telling her off won't keep the lights on. As tempting as it is to throw hands, I am unfortunately trying to remain a "professional."
Looking back, I only rushed back to hoard my sick days in case I end up needing a massive chunk of them for a potential cancer diagnosis. Honestly, though, I should have just stayed home and rested. Jobs never actually care about your health—they just want a warm body in the chair, even if that body is mute, recovering from surgery, and hanging onto its sanity by a thread.
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