Sorry, I'm THAT guy. (Confession)

I've got the flu. It's so bad here the grade schools closed. Of course I have no PPTO (I like to sleep in sometimes, sue me) so I'm working sick. Very sick. A lot of us are. No one can afford to take time off so when an illness rolls through it's a forgone conclusion we all get it. I'm sure this is probably familiar to most of you.
Anyway, today I came in sick for the third day in a row, threw up before work, night sweats, raw throat, chills and hot flashes...the works. I manage to keep breakfast down and go to work at 11, barely holding it together. I walk in the back hallway where they imposed our department onto what used to be, I suppose, part of the meat department, and one of our most loyal dispensers looks at me exasperated and asks me if I could dispense for my first hour. If you couldn't already tell by my heavy-handed writing style, I'm a picker. Strictly inside cat only.
Normally I would have begrudgingly donned my filthy yellow vest, but due to my aforementioned barely holding it together-ness, I played the flu card and begged him to look for someone else. He let me get away with it, he's a nice person, but he ended up having to get one of the new girls (like, third day maybe) to help him, and that both sucked and pissed her off. oops.
Anyway, the cavalry showed up at 12, and all was good, and I'll make it up to Alex somehow.

So, how much do I suck? Hurt me.