"Take a sick day," people say, as if it's easy as that. With the recent swine flu hysteria, everyone is pointing fingers at the Typhoid Marys of the world who struggle out into public even when they are coughing, sneezing, running fevers. They drag their germ-producing carcasses into work, to the grocery store, to the gas station. They sneeze and then touch the door handle, the elevator button, the hand rail. And everyone suffers.
The problem is that this willful, selfish Typhoid Mary is a straw man, a fictional construct. I've been guilty of this, myself. I vividly remember informing a coworker that she should take a sick day and go home before she got us all sick. She sniffled and gave me an exasperated look. "I don't HAVE any sick days," she said.
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