I’m sick. I have a cold and a sore throat. I took a day off earlier this week, but have come back to work despite not being at 100%. I do this because, as a temporary worker, I get paid by the hour and do not have the opportunity to take sick days. If I could take this week off and still get paid, I would.
Being sick, I also feel quite vulnerable and weak. I’m shaky and haven’t been sleeping very well. Do you know what I need? Comfort. Friendliness. Do you know what I don’t need? To be treated like a leper whose ear just fell into your lap. To be scoffed at like an invalid with the bubonic plague. Seriously, I’m not going to sneeze in your food or rub my boogers in your face. And trust me, I don’t want to breathe near you any more than I have to.
Seriously, why does everyone have to run and cover their mouths the second they find out a coworker is sick? Unless we’re sharing drinks or making out (two things I reserve solely for my friends), I don’t see how us being in the same room is going to get you sick. I don’t defecate or expectorate on people for fun (again, reserved only for friends), so how am I going to pass this on to you? I feel like you’re all one step away from wearing Hazmat suits when you’re around me. I’m not the little monkey from Outbreak. I’m your friendly, unassuming coworker who you’ve grown to talk about the weather with on awkward elevator rides. I’m a temp. I may not deserve your health insurance, but I deserve your (temporary) respect.
Applebee, hold all my calls. I’ve got to go talk to the temp.