. . . and I do have some legitimate medical problems for which I need him — on a scale of 1 to 10, probably about a 3 in terms of how much they impact my life. But being as my doctor is older and doesn't give a shit, he writes me notes constantly for being out, he has me on FMLA (for those who know what that is) so I can pretty much take off whenever I want and they can't do shit to me. As far as the “scale” that my job thinks my conditions fall under, I would say about a 10 or 11 lol. I play it up to no end, lie my ass off and I completely take advantage of and game the system to do as little as possible and I feel absolutely NO guilt and NO remorse about doing so. Because fuck the system and fuck working. My bed is more important.
So there's that.