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[graculus]

Dear work supervisor, I am sorry that my current state of being (i.e. puking up and general unwellness) means I can't come to work tonight and this is personally inconveniencing you. However, I would like to point out that you knew this was a possibility yesterday morning and I'm not the one who drew up a rota with minimal (and for minimal, read 'close enough to zero to be indiscernible from zero with the naked eye') flexibility and no cover.

Apparently, as I have suspected since we first met, it really does suck to be you. Though I have to say it's also not too good being me at the moment, however that's only transient...