A sick day is hard to come by.

I’ve officially been at my job for one year. YAY. Twelve months, two dogs, an apartment, one house, no sick days, five vet runs, one personal day off, eight clients and countless special events later, I still stand to tell the tale. Did you hear that? I said NO SICK DAYS. Since when have any of you ever known me to not have a sick day for a whole year?? Never. That’s when. I would have received the superlative for “Most likely to die from a mysterious incurable ailment” in high school, if there were such a thing. I didn’t exactly have perfect attendance in school, yall, and I’m proud of that. There was a time when diseases didn’t have to look for me – I found them! I learned the lesson at an early age that flu-like symptoms = day off of school, and it’s the lesson that is a gift that keeps on giving.

So I ask myself, what is the real reason for this SUDDEN strength in my immune system?? My cookies and milk diet went strong for a year – so I certainly wasn’t eating healthy. The entire time I lived in my apartment, I don’t think I perspired even once – it’s not because I was working out. Perhaps it’s the little thing called r.e.s.p.o.n.s.i.b.i.l.i.t.y. Well, I don’t like it one little bit. In fact, if responsibility were an emoticon, I think it’d be the one with little red devil horns and evil grin.

"Hello. My name is RESPONSIBILITY. May I offer you a glass of QUIT-YOUR-WHINING?"

Here’s to year TWO!
Bridget Marie


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