Earlier this week, as I peeked up from my bed covers, I heard the lovely, comforting sound I heard when I was a kid.
“Come on Down!”
“The Price is Right” was starting.
Sure, Bob Barker is no longer the host, but I didn’t care.
At that moment, when my stomach was churning and the room was moving a bit, all I was hoping for was a round of Plinko. (I did, however, miss the ultimate Plinko win a few weeks back.)
Well that, and maybe a spin of the wheel where someone wins a $1000. (And I missed this record-setting set of spins too.)
Netflix? My head hurts.
Bingeing on a show? Too much thinking.
But at 11 a.m. — like chicken soup — The Price is Right was there for me.
Is it the classic show for working folk to watch when they’re sick? Who knows.
With an iPhone by your side and the e-mails piling up, it’s hard to just rest and let your body recover.
In fact, I would argue that it’s harder in this 24/7 work environment to just tune out. But one of the myriad of bugs going around this winter laid me up for a few days.
Sure, I could’ve read up about paid time off, or debate whether flu shots should be required.
But where’s the fun in that?
Employment laws are great — except when you’re the person you is the subject of them. Thankfully, my firm (and our clients) are understanding. Better to stay home and not get others sick, than to come in.
We know not all employers are like that. However, this winter, it seems to have shifted a bit — at least informally. The messages have been getting out — don’t come into work sick.
Spring is coming. And work resumes.
But The Price is Right is, at least for me, a reminder that taking care of yourself is eternal.