Who has time to be sick these days? Once upon a time, it was a release. A physical reprieve from routine. Poor fortune disguised as an invitation to retreat under the duvet with the television remote, a box set and a pot of tea.
Sick was never fun, but it could be an excellent excuse to wallow for a while. Until you get a boss who really doesn’t give a damn about the condition you’re in. I thought I’d had some of them in the past, steely sorts who sat in glass corner offices. But now, now I really have one. My current captain is small, pudgy of fist and determined …
