I woke up to the light creeping in through my blinds. My head was pounding from the fun I had had the night before. I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower. My head pulsating in rhythm with the water coming down on my face. Getting out of the shower I got dressed and grabbed my keys. Stepping outside caused my eyes to squint in pain. I contemplated my options. Do I sound sick? Do I really need this job? Will anyone notice if I don't show up to work today?
I decide to call the boss and give him my best sick voice. "Hello?" the boss answers. "Hi, this is Eric. I'm feeling a bit under the weather today and don't think I will be able to make it to work today." I say coughing and trying my best to sound as pitiful as I can. The boss explains to me that if I miss work today there is no turning back. I will be fired. Yet, somehow my still recovering brain knows what it needs to do to survive. I take off my shoes, crawl into bed, and sleep.
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