That I don't like my job:
I'm sick. As a dog. A sick dog. I have a sneaking suspicion it's because of the hour-long walk home in the rain at 0315 Sunday morning this weekend, carrying my bicycle (more later), that caused it, but nonetheless it is what it is. I'm sick.
I have infinite sick days, at least in theory (though I wouldn't want to test that notion); however, in order to take a sick day, since my employer has its own medical system, I have to actually drive in to work, sit in the hospital waiting room, and wait for a doctor to tell me I'm sick and I should go home. Of course the morning is usually when you feel worst anyway.
Does this make sense to you? I understand, on a cold, cruel, inhuman level, that my employer can't go letting you take off whenever you want and calling it a "sick day." But that doesn't mean I really get it. I think I'd rather have sick days and be able to take one when I want. I don't need a doctor to tell me I have a cold and should lie down in bed all day and eat chicken soup and sleep. But I have to go have that discussion anyway. Blah.