MGH

For the rest of my professional career (which is, I don't know, 40++ years from now?), I'll definitely hate, nay loathe, even abhor, these initials. It's what I received last Monday from the clinic, after checking up for colds.

"May Go Home."

Ramcar, care of RXA, company president, has posted a memorandum on contagious bacterial and viral infections. To sum the memo up, it just says that when you got a contagious infection, you will not be allowed to work. Such illnesses include cough, colds, sore eyes, and whatever pain-in-the-ass you can pass on to your officemate.

Since Subject J has a case of cough and colds, he cannot be allowed to work until he secures a permit from the clinic allowing him to work; hence, Subject J is forced to stay home until the infection subsides.

I'm glad Katrina took care of me on Monday. Too bad I didn't get well come Tuesday and today (her and my target recovery dates, respectively), but she took care of me really well. Why not go straight home instead? It was a Monday; I didn't want her to be lonely.

Hopefully, I can lift MGH by tomorrow (here we go again...). It sucks to be a bum...