...when you get discharged from the emergency room, thought you were dying, and all you can think is "when can I go back to work?"
I'm seriously pissed that I've missed four consecutive days of work, (well, I worked from home when the medication wore off enough to open my eyes) and I feel terrible. I miss my cubicle, I miss the engineers, I miss the other designer, hell, I miss my boss. I really, really *heart* my job. This may be pathological.
My husband helped me walk the entire block to 7-11, which is the first time I left the house in FIVE DAYS, and we walked right by my workplace, and I was like, "ooooOOOoooooOOOohhh, my cube is right on the other side of that window!!!. I look forward to Mondays. My worst day at work is like my best day at any other job i've had. I'm not even joking. I wish they made company hoodies, because I would rock that everyday.
...i'm pretty protective of my little slice 'o work heaven...