Confession

The day before New Year's Eve, I had my mom call in sick for me stating that I was in the emergency room for a strep throat. I didn't feel like working New Year's Eve or that following friday because I was sick (common cold) and didn't want to do 16 hour days (morning spent at the pharmacy and nights at the restaurant). My boss was fine with it until everyone else mysteriously comes down with illnesses, hence making her short staffed at such short notice.

On New Year's Day, she called my house and I accidently picked up. Fuck. She asked how I was feeling and then casually asked me to bring in a doctor's note. I said "yes" even if I didn't have one or had any idea how I would obtain one.

What's worse about this scenario is the fact that I did come up with a doctor's note (a legit one, don't ask how.) and painted a bruise on my inner elbow to simulate where an IV would have been. I could have convinced myself that these events really did occur with the evidence I provided.

Sometimes I scare myself with my capabilities. Lying is not good. Most times I find it easier to go around the perimeter than to cross the bridge. Nevertheless, I need to stop.