Sometimes I really love my job. I have some wonderful co-workers who provide me with endless entertainment throughout the mundane work day, I make awesome tasty food that I'm proud of, and I have a general manager who is just awesome to work for.
When a select few fellow co-workers or managers come into work sick, still contagious, and are working in close proximity to others and food, I get a little angry/scared/wary cause I know I'm probably next.
Yup, guess what happened. That's right, I'm sick for the fourth time in a row
now. Every month, starting at about the end of October (I remember cause I was worried I'd be sick for my hockey game), I've been seriously sick with some sort of flu or plague or something. It usually lasts about a week, and for about three days in there, I am stuck at home with a 102+ degree fever.
I know it's the people at work, because I've seen them working with the same symptoms I have. They come in, breathe on everyone, and complain about how sick they feel (and boy do they look it!), and end up eventually getting sent home. I just wish they would have the common decency not to bring it into work
! We work around food! Use your brains people, that's hardly unsanitary...and if yer getting yer fellow co-workers sick, then most likely the customers are too. Not to mention, would you want to eat a sandwich, that someone who looks like death warmed over, just made for you? Yer just asking for a side of germs and disease with that one.
If you are seriously that sick and contagious just stay home. I am so sick and tired, of being sick and tired. Yesterday I had a 103 degree fever, and it's down to 101 today.
And this is the worst news. I think I lost my second job because of this. I was supposed to start yesterday...with a 103 degree fever...around more food. I called the manager and apologized like mad, and tried to explain...but he said he'd call me, because he doesn't have anymore hours right now. This is a small restaurant just starting out, and he's only looking for a few part time people...I was supposed to be one of those people, but I think he may have skipped over me, because I missed my first day. I'm going to go down there tomorrow and try to talk to him, but I have such a terrible feeling of foreboding...I really wanted this job too. I had the potential to move up to sous chef.
The only good thing that ever comes of me being sick, is my little heart kitty Samantha, becomes even more cuddly and almost motherly. She knows when she's getting too warm for me, so she'll move a short distance away...but when I'm getting cold again, she's right in my lap snuggling close. I don't even ask her to leave or stay, she just knows
. And yesterday she did the cutest thing...I dropped my cell phone from where I was laying on the couch, and it kinda bounced a little ways away, as in I would have had to get up to go get it. Instead Samantha jumped down, and grabbed my phone by the little strap attached, and half dragged half carried it close to the couch (I think it was a little heavy for her, heh), so I wouldn't have to get up myself and I could just lean down and grab it. How sweet is that!
I just love my Sammy...even when I'm ranting, I can't stay mad...she's purring in my lap right now. So warm.
I guess long story short, and getting back on track...I just don't wanna be sick anymore. I wish those few fellow co-workers had some decency and respect for others. This is getting so ridiculous.