Other than being super tired, and not being able to talk or swallow without my throat feeling like the fires from the 7th layer of Hell have fired upon it, I feel fine. Our receptionist is mad because I am here at work spreading my germs. Well, Hello Dolly! How do you think I got sick in the first place?!
It's a rule here, and we've had meetings about it, if you are sick, STAY HOME! Sickness flows through our office like the Viet Kong through a series of interconnected tunnels. Yet, someone, usually my BOSS, the holder of said meetings, gets sick. Then, they come in and suffer for a day or half a day, long enough to infect us, and then they go home. Next thing you know, the whole office is sick.
I refuse to waste my sick time on being sick. Especially so early in the year and when the sickness was caused by someone at work. I have survived 3 rounds of the stomach bug and two pretty nasty colds that went through my house. One girl at work comes in with a scratchy throat and a cough/cold combo on Friday, that she got from the boss, and now I have it.
I will not go home, if anything, because of the principal of the thing.