Seriously, sick on Christmas Eve. Sick for Christmas. What if I am not better by my birthday (day after christmas and I am actually planning on celebrating it this year)? Can I just call in sick to K. Would that work?
Don’t think I didn’t just try that but alas, K. is under the weather too. Um shoot. Who is going to draft that proposal due at the end of the week. Paper. Rocks. Scissors. I’ve got it, lowest fever grade has to do it.
And yet another thing learned in this crazy start-up business life, you can’t afford to get sick and you sure can’t afford to both be sick at the same time.
Dream Big (even if it is a cough syrup induced dream!)