Called in

Outside of my children being born, I've never missed work unexpectedly. Well, maybe once back in 1999 in Urbandale when I couldn't get off the shitter. But that's the only other time. I hate it when people call in sick. I understand when people are really sick, but you know people call in when they're not sick. Lazy bastards. I've been a "boss" far too long already. When people call in, I never believe them. Bottom line is, the work has to get done. When you're not there, the slack has to be picked up.

I wasn't sick this time, Ellen was. Our power was out on top of it all. So here's Ellen barfing in the middle of the night, and we can't turn the lights on to see her. Poor thing. The power outage extended into the next day (yesterday). Our baby sitter is right next door, so her power was out as well. Stacey had to get some work done, so that left me having to call in. I hated to do it, but what can you do? I ended up paying dearly for it today as I knew I would.