Let me say that again: NOT AT WORK!

Yeppers, I am an at-home Jax, and it worries me how much I enjoy this. I should be at work. Yeah, my jaw and my stomach hurt. Yeah, I'm tired, and still wobbly, and feel miserable. But I COULD, technically, function. Sort of. So I should be at work.

Right this second, I should be sitting in a dingy, cramped cubicle that I share with 2-3 other people, at least one of whom hasn't showered or bathed in weeks. I should be listening to some angry woman scream about her mo-DAMN (yes, they pronounce it like that when they're angry, I don't know why) or trying to walk some brain-dead man through the horribly challenging task of right-clicking the MOUSE, not the power button on the damned computer.

I should be dealing with my headache, my toothache, my pelvic pain, my nausia, my ingrown toenail, my sore throat, my yeast infection, my hunger, my tiredness, and my mood swings all while staying polite and cheerful on the phones.

I'm supposed to be at work.

I'm not.

Really, this seems reasonable, right now. It'll only sound like a bad idea when the next round of bills is due. *sigh*