Too sick to work?

Oh hell no... not me... not today... I need to get paid!! I've got a thumping headache, bloodshot red eyes, a streaming nose, a sore throat, I keep on bringing up what I can only describe as "baby-sick"; sorry to be graphic but it's not quite carrot and corn vomit, so I call it baby-sick and I've got the shivers

Unfortunately, I have a night shift ahead of me this evening. Eight hours worth of slaving away over a hot computer for ungrateful financiers who have nothing better to do on a Friday night except work. I want to shout at them GET A LIFE, FIND A WIFE, GO FOR A DRINK, DO SOMETHING OTHER THAN WORK. But of course, if they didn't work then neither would I and if I didn't work, I wouldn't get paid and if I didn't get paid, I wouldn't be able to pay my bills, buy food and keep up my bad habits.

So as much as I'd like to stay home in bed with a hot water bottle and a blob of Vicks rubbed into my chest, I have to work.

God, I wish life was a fairy tale sometimes, because right now, I'd really appreciate a magic lamp. I'd rub it and ask The Genie to put millions of pounds in my bank account, tax free! That'd put a stop all this working malarkey!