I have never been bothered by colleagues taking sick leave before – as long as they kept their germs to themselves and not share it with me, I’ve been OK.
That was until they became my subordinates and I had to do their work when they were off sick.
Luckily, most of my “people” do not take much sick leave. I hope I lead by example.
I’ve taken 3 sick days over the last 3 years. Whether that’s a plus or a minus, I’m not sure of yet. I’ve been at work through gastro and bronchitis, through bladder infections and flu. I always take care not to spread too many germs, it seems that I got away with it so far. It might not be the best for my health (working whilst sick), but I’m
very nitpicking(y) about the quality of my work conscientious about the levels to which my work is performed. That and the fact that nobody does my work when I’m not there, makes me go to work even when I’m sick.
Mostly, when they are left to their own devices, they don’t think. They don’t even attempt to think. They cause chaos – like before the Creation. Yes, they can create chaos of that kind. Working with thousands of people’s grocery
/drinking money, you really are not supposed to stuff it up. I have to keep an eye over things. Not being there just causes more work when I eventually would have schlepped my sick body back to work and might cause some isolated cases of knee breaking or strangulation.
Some of the other coworkers, do not hesitate to call themselves weak. Let me give you some examples:
1. X goes to the SPCA, looking for a kitten. They have some, but she keeps on looking – trying to find the RIGHT one. She would have taken one from the SPCA, but she is too weak to go back there and face all the homeless animals.
I would not have said I’m too weak, I would have just gotten one. Or two. Or three.
2. X works in an office where the aircon is set too high, the office gets a bit warm. She declares to anyone within earshot “I think I’m getting the flu, I’m sooo hot and weak”.
How about turning the aircon off, Pissy?
3. X&Y catch any bugs that comes around. Or not come around. As soon as there’s any rumours in the office of anyone not feeling up to scratch or a bit off, they caught it. They are also the ones who drink 63000 vitamins and minerals and drops and powders and prescriptions and potions. Who puts nuked wheat bags on their backs and shoulders (due to tension spasms) every single moment of every single day. Who comes to work in the morning declaring that they feel so weak today . . . and then stay at home the next day because they just could not make it coming to work.
Maybe I’m too harsh. Maybe I’m too strong. Maybe I’m too full of shit.
But I believe that weak is a choice.
And it’s not mine.