With the theory that I was feeling light-headed because I hadn't had anything to eat, I went and got some lunch. The moment, the very moment I bit into my food, the nauesea came swirling back, double-strength. I left my food at the conference table (I was eating with my co-workers in the board room) and found a couch to lie down on. Rest didn't help, though, and I had to go running to the men's toilets to vomit up the few mouthfuls of food I'd eaten.
I was still feeling pretty terrible after that, so I told my boss and he said I could go home. As I'd parked in the pay car park across the road, he agreed to move my car to one of the company's private car parks for me as I took a cab ride home.
I get into the cab and told the driver where I wanted to go, and said I was feeling sick as reason for why I was exciting so strangely (I thought it'd also be decent to give him a heads-up in case the travelling made me sick and I had to ask him to pull over so I could puke).
Most people, upon seeing someone in a weakened and vulnerable position, decide to take some form of mercy. Others will decide to take advantage. My cabbie did the later. Instead of following the one road back to my house, he took a complete dog-turn that ended up on the exact same road. I couldn't be bothered getting bent out of shape about it, as the company's going to re-emburse me the cost, but it really pissed me off that someone could be as cynically calculating as that. It was also pretty stupid on his part, as I was the slightest bump away from vomitting, and could have very easily done it in his cab. As it was, it was simply the first thing I did as I came running through the door.
I slept throughout the afternoon and feel quite a bit better now. My plan at the moment is to tell work that I'll be in tomorrow after midday.
Apologies to Sarah and Charlie, as I'd made plans to have dinner with them (and bring around Sarah's washing / table). Feel bad about that one.
I was still feeling pretty terrible after that, so I told my boss and he said I could go home. As I'd parked in the pay car park across the road, he agreed to move my car to one of the company's private car parks for me as I took a cab ride home.
I get into the cab and told the driver where I wanted to go, and said I was feeling sick as reason for why I was exciting so strangely (I thought it'd also be decent to give him a heads-up in case the travelling made me sick and I had to ask him to pull over so I could puke).
Most people, upon seeing someone in a weakened and vulnerable position, decide to take some form of mercy. Others will decide to take advantage. My cabbie did the later. Instead of following the one road back to my house, he took a complete dog-turn that ended up on the exact same road. I couldn't be bothered getting bent out of shape about it, as the company's going to re-emburse me the cost, but it really pissed me off that someone could be as cynically calculating as that. It was also pretty stupid on his part, as I was the slightest bump away from vomitting, and could have very easily done it in his cab. As it was, it was simply the first thing I did as I came running through the door.
I slept throughout the afternoon and feel quite a bit better now. My plan at the moment is to tell work that I'll be in tomorrow after midday.
Apologies to Sarah and Charlie, as I'd made plans to have dinner with them (and bring around Sarah's washing / table). Feel bad about that one.
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