I got sick. Again. Which is complete and utter bullshit.
And I had to take my car in to get fixed because blah blah technical I have no idea [I am a mechanic's wet dream - "Your flugelator needs to be repaired. That'll be $350." "WHAT? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Uh. Fine."] and because I am an idiot, I made an appointment to drop the car off at 7:30am on Monday. Granted, this was before I got sick over the weekend, but still - that's just a stupid time.
I needed a ride home, since I wasn't going to sit and wait around, and also because I had a shit ton of work to do from home, and also I'M SICK, as my pallor and coughing would indicate. So it's me and a couple of old guys waiting for the courtesy van. I asked if they'd mind if I was dropped off first because I was dying, and that was fine until some younger-ish guy jumped in and was like, "Does anyone have to work? Because I work nearby and have to be at work." And I wanted to scream, "I WORK, ASSHOLE!! I'M SICK AND WORKING AND I AM WAY MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOUR STUPID SORRY SELF, EVEN THOUGH I'VE NOT SHOWERED AND I'M WEARING THE SAME SWEATS I'VE WORN FOR THREE DAYS."
Because . . . I am crazy, and evidently an entire van full of people need to know that I WORK. And that guy's time is in no way more important than mine, because I WORK. Even when I'm SICK.
And, I swear to god, after we dropped off Mr. Jobby McJobberson, I kept trying to figure out how to tell the two old guys and the driver that I ALSO WORK AND WILL BE WORKING FROM HOME TODAY IN ADDITION TO BEING SICK.
I am fucking nuts.