After about an hour at work, my eyes were feeling a little gritty, irritated. Hmm. I'm not having an allergy... By noon, my eyes were streaming constantly. Went to my boss and told him I was having a problem. Kept working through bleary eyes. Ball of goo in one eye. This isn't good. Went to lunch at 1 and told the other boss I needed to leave. He asked if I was going to the dr, and I said I was going to try to get in to see one, and he said to bring a Note from the dr.
Mind you, I maybe have called in sick one or two days a year-- rarely. Other people call in sick 2 or 3 times a month and have emergency absences left and right. I was offended by this instruction. I asked why he'd need a note (my eyes were CLEARLY fuctup) and he said "to see what's wrong with you."
Hippa, much??? None of his business.
Any the hoo, I have pinkeye. High grode factor on this stuff. Oh, and I can't go to work tomorrow, either, because I'll still be contagious. Yes: I am a vector of disease.
This throws a wrench in all the big plans I had for the next several days. At least it'll be done with by the time I'm in school on Monday.
Monday! Yay! Monday begins a whole new chapter. *excited!*