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Just one more reason why my boss rocks:
Background: My swim coach’s philosophy on being sick was unless you had a 102+ degree fever AND you were puking you should be at practice. That philosophy has been ingrained into me and I’ve always applied it to everything I do, including showing up to work. With that in mind and having been on vacation the last five days, I came into work early today.
Morning Scene: The side effects from the medication I’m on made me so dizzy and shaky that I could barely answer emails, let alone move from my chair. Apparently, I also looked like death warmed over. So much in fact, that Office Boyfriend insisted on literally carrying me to his car, driving me home and putting me to bed. Upon leaving the office we ran into the BDA. AKA the BDA knows that I am truly sick and clearly will not be working today.
Mid-morning Scene: BDA has now sent me fifteen emails. Yes, fifteen. BDA has copied my boss on all of them as if to say, “Look we’re awesome and doing our due diligence. It is clearly your Director that is not doing her job.”
The Kicker: The boss didn’t respond to a single email except for #15. With that he replies [slightly paraphrased], “Please stop emailing my Director. She is very sick today. You yourself saw that firsthand. She is not in the office nor do I want her checking email. She needs to get better. Blah Blah Blah… Please do not send another email to her or me until she explicitly says to do so.”
Yea, that was pretty much the best part of this being sick thing.
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