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A week ago, beginning late Tuesday evening, I felt the first tinges of a cold coming on. No problem, we had purchased some Zi-cam and the word is, that stuff works. The next day the first thing I did was grab a swab and did what you are supposed to do with it. I grabbed two more and headed for work. Every four hours I used a new one, but I wasn't feeling any better, but I thought I still had a day to help recover since Thursday was my scheduled day off for that week. By Thursday afternoon, I was feeling really bad so I called work and told them that I wouldn't make it in on Friday. My boss hesitated, but told me to rest up. I told him that I if I felt any better, I would definately try to make it in on Saturday. He told me that if I couldn't to please contact him as early as possible on Saturday and that he would be in the office at 5:00 a.m. I called him at 5:30 and gave him the bad news that I wasn't any better. I knew this was a strain on the office because with the following Monday being a holiday for us, it meant more work than usual. Well the weekend passed and I felt much better by Sunday. We had some friends over to watch the race and I used Monday to really rest up for Tuesday. Oh, by that time the wife told me that I had been using the wrong Zi-cam. I was using the allergy medication instead of the cold ones. No wonder it didn't work.
Okay, I got to work on Tuesday and I noticed that more than one person sort of snickered at me. My boss didn't mention anything and I did my job as usual. Come to find out, everyone there thought I had gone down to Daytona for the race. They still belive it and it doesn't matter what I do, they will continue to believe that.
I told them that I'd been there once and wouldn't go again unless all these conditions were met. 1, everything would have to be paid for, everything not just the tickets, but travel, housing, food, etc. 2, since I've tasted the good life at the track, seats in one of the front stretch suites. And 3, something that would guarantee my cold to be gone.
Naturally you would believe that those at work know that I'm a race fan. My supervisor used to work for RJ Reynolds Sports Marketing, meaning he workd with NASCAR. Does he have some stories, but that is for another day. I guess I'll just have to accept it that they don't believe that I was sick. But I'm not guilty!
Okay, I got to work on Tuesday and I noticed that more than one person sort of snickered at me. My boss didn't mention anything and I did my job as usual. Come to find out, everyone there thought I had gone down to Daytona for the race. They still belive it and it doesn't matter what I do, they will continue to believe that.
I told them that I'd been there once and wouldn't go again unless all these conditions were met. 1, everything would have to be paid for, everything not just the tickets, but travel, housing, food, etc. 2, since I've tasted the good life at the track, seats in one of the front stretch suites. And 3, something that would guarantee my cold to be gone. Naturally you would believe that those at work know that I'm a race fan. My supervisor used to work for RJ Reynolds Sports Marketing, meaning he workd with NASCAR. Does he have some stories, but that is for another day. I guess I'll just have to accept it that they don't believe that I was sick. But I'm not guilty!
