Normally, I try not to do anything that would cause my employer to notice that I might be sick (or, god forbid, disabled). This has led to me doing somewhat foolish things, like working a 40 hour week when totally wiped out by fatigue, or going to work in a raging blizzard when I could barely haul my ass out of the car and into my wheelchair.
So today, in a fit of sensibleness, faced with dire predictions of 6-10 inches of snow and with my husband somewhere in Kansas (ie, unable to rescue me should I get stuck somewhere), I decided to work at home. Working at home is kind of a hit or miss proposition – despite VPN, there are a lot of resources I cannot access from home, and I usually wind up charging only half a day and taking a half a day of vacation.
It’s 37 degrees F and raining. All I can say is, it better start snowing and freezing soon! Or I’m going to feel like a right idiot for staying home when we’re really behind the eight ball on the project.