Dying For A Sick Day

| Working | April 14, 2017

(I have a pretty consistent cough, but I was assured by my doctor that it was nothing contagious, so I head into work. One of my more comedic coworkers hears my cough and asks about it.)

Coworker: “Hey, [My Name], you dying?”

Me: “No, I’m fine; just a cough. You can’t catch it, either, so no worries.”

Coworker: “Oh… well, if you ever are dying, don’t forget to hand in your two weeks notice first.”

Me: *laughs* “I still have to give my two weeks notice if I die?”

Coworker: “Oh yeah, if you die without proper notice, our dearly departed former CEO will be waiting at the pearly gates with St. Peter and they might not even let you in!”

Me: “Wow! I never knew [Company]’s home office was in Heaven!”

Coworker: “No, Heaven isn’t where they keep home office. Home office is… quite a bit further south.”

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