I'm a planner.
I am generally prepared for all sorts of unforeseen circumstances.
As such, I have quite a stash of meds, breath mints, assorted grab and go snacks, tissues, ibuprofen, feminine hygiene products, throat lozenges, cough drops, disinfecting wipes, hand sanitizer, spare change and a few single bills all stashed in my desk. My job is pretty unpredictable and it involves working with people and uncertain hours, so I like to have things at the ready, "just in case." Happy Harry's got NOTHING on my desk, tyvm.
The problem is... my coworkers know this. And they rely on me to have this stuff for them, too. Which I typically don't mind. I think it's the nurturing mom part of my personality or something. Whatever.
What pisses me off?
I dragged myself in to work today, when all I wanted to do was curl up in my feetie pajamas with a jar of VapoRub and watch Lifetime and Dr Oz. I feel like death is imminent. But - I couldn't call out. Well, I could have -- but I have things to do. Things I don't want to let slide because I have a bad cold. So I came in, knowing that I'm loaded for bear with whatever I might need to get through the day.
Except... my supplies have been almost fully depleted. And I just grabbed my last anti-viral Kleenex from a box of tissues I haven't, personally, needed to use in months. So, now, when I am actually feeling ill, I am going to have to drag myself out of my office at lunch time to go buy more supplies to get through the day. This is exactly the scenario I was trying to avoid by having all of my supplies at the ready.