How much sick time do you get a year? Did it reset at the beginning of the year?
My company used to have unlimited sick time. They implemented a cap on it this year at 5 days. If someone goes past that, they have to use vacation or unpaid time off. The 5 days do not carry over. I look at it as extra vacation time if I don't use all of mine.
I get 248 hours a year, and it carries over. Right now I'm at 150. I hate every human being known to man. My head is killing me due to going out in to civilization and running fuck all errands.
First I go and grab some sushi. This was a joyous occasion as I'm extremely infatuated with this geisha waitress who has the silkiest skin known to man. She doesn't put on any of those face packs Susperia clings to to give her flesh that vibrant glow. This calm experience was surrendered to liberal faggots (yes they were gay), who decided to sit next to me in a 60 seat restaurant that was completely empty during the time. I had to sit through a conversation on Michael Moore, Hillary, and negar Obama. I finished my meal and took my boiling blood elsewhere.
On to errand number two; I went to take care of a collections debt with blockbuster video. I kept a couple dvds 6 months past there due. Before any one jumps to conclusions, be advised that I spend $20 a month on a blockbuster online membership which I NEVER use. So anyhow, the twenty year old college liberal cocksucking nancy boy at the counter has the fucking gall to charge me $50 for Rescue Me Season 3 disc 4. My jaw hits the floor harder than Steve Wilson visiting Martin Lopez in rehab. I tell the young lad that I think it is absurd that I'm being charged $50 for a dvd set, while I am only being given ownership entitlements to one of the four discs. (Seriously, isn't that some fucking shit??!) The manager who looked like a young Benjamin Franklin saw things my way and charged me for the disc alone. My hypertension slowly died.
This is until I see a my pals on a street corner talking on a cellphone. Abraham Lincoln, I Fucking Hate You!!!
I then proceeded to the grocery store. Nothing of note to tell from that excursion.
Onwards I trekked to the post office. They' were all out of proper packaging so I was forced to pay an extra $5 on my exported goods.
On the way home I seen two more my pals waiting for the MTA. Ghastly experience all around. I nearly threw up on several occasions. Needless to say, my head is fucking THROBBING!!!
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