Late Monday afternoon, while at the salon, in the back of my throat I felt that, you know, that little tickle, and my energy began to drain right out my feet. I was suspicious, so I took five Immune capsules, which have helped me in the past, avoid all preschool bugs. I barely ate, and went to bad, only to wake up feeling zonked. All I could do was sleep, and managed to get one post out, but forget the trillion other things I had to do. Then Wednesday came. I knew I had a full day at the salon, and just the night before talked it over with the receptionist. "Yes, I will be there." You have to know something about me. My ability to see my situation clearly when it involves my best interest, is not my strong point. I knew I was flat on my back and would not be able to do my work well, not to mention, be contagious. It took my daughter yelling out a startling cry as she threw up on herself, for me to say to myself, "You are not going to work today." And I am glad I came to my senses.
Sure enough, clients were gracious and rescheduled, and the staff at work was helpful. I'm still dragging today, but will go in tomorrow. See how I am? But I've got a full day, and a class to teach in the evening. I've got to show up, even though, the occasional shiver that runs up my body makes me want to run for the covers.
Would this be considered strong work ethics and loyalty to my clients, or just plain crazy?