I've worked at my job for 3 years. I do everything that needs doing. I spent 7 hours last week cleaning bird shit. non-stop. just....scrubbed away bird shit.
A few months ago I had a miscarriage. I fucking worked as soon as my vagina stopped trying to turn itself inside out. i worked. hard.
...i've had the explosive shits for 36 hours. ...i worked yesterday. it was unpleasant. I called the boss to tell him I cant work. Boo hoo. poor me.
I have to. I HAVE to work with explosive diarrhea. why? one employee has a baby, one owns a business, one is "a little sick still", and several are just fucking useless....so I HAVE to work. ..

here is my confession:
I want to pass out during the busiest part of the shift so my boss has to call an ambulance and I WILL MAKE HIM PAY for it.....and maybe....just MAYBE they will believe me when i say i can't fucking work.

sigh....and im ashamed that im too nice of a person to REALLY do that to them....I'll just work as a happy bartender WITH EXPLOSIVE DIARRHEA. ..fuckers.