I woke up this morning with a strong urge... not just from the near exploding bladder, but rather the urge to call in sick. Not that I'm REALLY sick, its just a thought I would entertain on and off under my cozy blanket: "To MC or not to MC?" I could list out a hundred items or errands to do during this M.C.... but high chance is that non of them will be fulfilled.
But the thought of being able to stay in bed a little longer (at least until the clinic is opened) is intriguingly tempting. But still the sense of righteousness and responsibility triumphed over the lusty flesh... Heaven rejoice!!!
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During my Army days. I had many fellow-NSFs who had a very bad attitude concerning reporting for work at the office at Mindef, Gombak. As long as anyone wakes up and doesn't feel like going to camp, which in our case is an air-conditioned office for crying out loud, that person would call in sick. And each time they call in sick, they would get 2 days MC. On many occassions. They can get up to 4 days of MC on a typical 5.5 day work week. That's the kind of army with slack discipline which i went to and came from. Don't feel like working? Then don't work. But the whole heaven rejoices over the repentance of one sinner and over a saint who refuses to give in to his flesh and goes to work.
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