The Misadventure in BullehLand

I amresting at home today; the doctor gave me a day off for the fever I developed since yesterday afternoon. I took a nap after my medication, and there my boss’sname appeared on my phone screen. Pressed the Accept button and there hestarted to ask me how am I doing.  I saidnothing serious just needs some good rest and thanks for asking. Immediatelyhis tone sounded like he wasn’t happy that I am on MC, another guy on MC andthe rest of them having tough time in office.  He asked me if I could be able to come back towork tomorrow, what?  Is that yourconcern my good boss?  I shot him back,asked him how many days of MC I took since the last 4 years I work with him! IfI am not mistaken, it’s fucking less than 10 days! Do you call me or spend me agood cup of aromatic hainam kopi- o when I was the one working dead shit andothers were on MC? Hell no!

Okay, that’sit! I wish I could continue but better not to waste my brain juice and wouldn’twant it to explode; else I have to take another few days off and boss keepasking why always on MC!

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