I’m not very good at being sick. I’m worse at calling out
sick from work. Over the years I’ve mostly used my sick days for appointments
or when my own child was home sick from school. When I was teaching it was more
of a nuisance to prepare a lesson plan for a sub. Easier to just work through
the coughs and sneezes.
I don’t believe that having cancer is a license to call out
sick. My friend Cathy keeps yelling at me and says to stop being a martyr. Over
the past few months I HAVE called out sick a few times and I know there will be several more times before this is over. The chemo side
effects were/are so uncomfortable that I can’t be at 100%. Working in retail
requires me to be at the top of my game all the time. Customers don’t care if
your jade plant wilted, if you have a toothache or if you’re going through a
life change. And guess what? They’re right. The customer has the right to my
100% attention focused on them. I treat my customers the way I myself like to
be treated when doing a little retail therapy.
And so, unless I can’t stand up to do my job or at least
perch in a visible place, I will continue to work. I may not have a license to
call out sick, but once in a while I’ll pull a temporary permit.