morning existentialism

i felt sick today. the first thing i thought at six o clock in the morning was that i didn't want to go take care of strange people any more. i'd much rather stay in bed because i'm the one who feels sick. why should i care about other sick people if i am sick? i got out of bed and trudged to work dragging my forlorn feet and my swollen eyes. not because i cared, but more because i did not want to be fired. (more to follow)