You decide that you don't feel quite sick enough to call out of work.
Your boss asks if you are feeling any better. You say you feel alright. They say you still look tired.
They tell you that they are concerned about your health. You privately wonder why they don't provide better insurance.
Later on, your coworker comes by. He wants to let you know how upset he is. He was supposed to have a meeting with a client ten minutes ago.
You apologize for forgetting to tell him that the meeting got rescheduled for an earlier time.
He says that you need to get your shit together.
You agree. You wonder how to get your shit together when your body is falling apart.