burntcopper | Feb. 9th, 2006

:sigh: Clever things to do :

As feeling well enough to go to work, if not 100% and still coughing - temperature has gone down, no longer woozy, able to form coherent sentences, etc, go into work. Get first batch of emails out of way. Do a few post-lives that're waiting for me. Go speak to Tom to check on what I need to do. Stand up for a bit too long.

And faint.

Get up, protest that it's just lingering balance things, I'll be fine if I'm sitting down, go back to work. A few minutes later, look up to see HR looking down at me, all looking very concerned. (As you may understand, this is very scary. Normally the default expression of HR is scowling, concentrating or 'interrupt me and *die*', so concerned starts you backing away slowly.) They state that I have to go home. I protest, pointing out that it was just momentary balance issues. Then they point out that that they're putting me in a taxi. To Paddington? Oh, all right, dammit, but honest! Can work! They come back a bit later after prodding me about route, then decide it's taxi all the way home. I bug, saying that they're insane as the bus stops right by my door, and taxi to *Reading*? Hello, cost? But no, they're adamant, and I'm not allowed to come into work until Monday and only then if I'm 100%.

:grumble:

So am at home, having phoned work to say that have arrived safely, and will proceed to be bored out of skull for next few days. But at least am not wearing dressing gown anymore.