I don't know if this is the place. And honestly, I need to just get a new job, but if you've been in the dumps, you know sometimes it's easier said than done.
It comes down to one man: My supervisor. I started symptoms Friday while at work, and so I left early. It didn't even dawn on my feeble mind that it could be Covid. I'd never had it before, it's been awhile since I've had someone around me have it.
By coincidence, I had a doctor's appointment that day to get some skin things burned off my shiny dome. I got there and told her I was sick, and so maybe we should reconsider our next moves. She agreed, and got to work diagnosing.
I tested negative in the office, but she said things like this develop in stages, and so if anything changes, I should tell her.
Well things changed, I developed lung symptoms the next day. I took an at-home test.
The test takes 10 minutes to produce a result. I sat there, hoping, wishing for this test to be positive. Please let me stay home sick and avoid having to deal with my shithead boss. It was, and I couldn't stop smiling.
Earliest day I can go back is Friday. When I start feeling a little better, hopefully tomorrow, I'll be searching for a new job.
Maybe I'll be a supervisor, and model my approach on not being my shitty boss.
These things don't have to be this way, but they are. I hate it.