It was one of those mornings when I really did not feel like getting out of bed. Of late, I think I have been infested with 'sleeping sickness' , the symptoms of which seem to take an extreme form in the early mornings that I really dont feel like starting off for work. That reminds me...
(A conversation in the bus on the way to work)
Me: So... you were absent yesterday!
Co-worker X: Yes... I really had to stay at home for helping .................. (She says a very genuine reason)
Me: Ohh..okk. Good that you did.
Co-worker X: This is the first day-off I am taking in 16 years
Me: What? (In mind: Whaaaaaaaaaaaattttttt??? $%^%$%@#@?!! R u serious lady?? )
Co-worker X: (Giving a smile of self-satisfaction) : Yes. What about you... it has just been 6 months since you came right. And how many days have you been on leave?
Me: Ummm.. 6! (Trying hard not to look like a shameless specimen of nature)
Actually it would have been more than 6, had it not been for the subtle hint given by my supervisor that the Principal 'enquired' why I was taking so many days off! (So many? Come onn dude!... it is just an average of 1 day a month. I was actually starting to feel proud of my workaholism!)
So ever since that subtle hint given in a not -subtle -manner, I have been pushing back all echoes of any voice in the head that yells "Get Absent!"