My Sick Leave Revenge Story

It was Sunday night, and I was a mess. Fever? Check. Coughing? Oh, yes. Monday was coming, and there was no way I could drag myself to work. So, I did the responsible thing: I told HR I needed a sick day.

Their reply? Pure evil: “If you take leave on Monday, we’ll count it as three days leave. Company policy.”

Excuse me? Three days for one? Is this HR or a bad math teacher? I explained I was sick—burning up with fever and coughing like an old car engine. They didn’t care. “Policy is policy,” they said. “If you don’t come, we’ll deduct your salary.”

Fine. If they wanted me in the office, I’d show up. But I wasn’t going down quietly. Oh no, this was war.

My Big Plan

If I had to suffer, everyone else would too. Armed with tissues, cough syrup, and a mission, I got ready for my big day. My goal? To make HR regret their decision.

Walking In

When I reached the office, people stared. My red nose, droopy eyes, and wobbly walk made me look like a zombie. “Morning,” I said, followed by a loud, wet cough. People scattered like pigeons. It was beautiful.

Operation Sneezing

I sat right near the HR desk and started my show. The first sneeze was small. The second was louder. By the third, people were practically diving under their desks. “Are you okay?” someone asked.

“Oh, I’m fine,” I replied, sniffling loudly. “Just a little fever. Nothing serious.” Then I coughed like my lungs were trying to escape.

HR Starts Panicking

HR noticed. Oh, they noticed. I touched doorknobs, leaned on desks, and sneezed in random directions. One HR person came up, looking like they were approaching a wild animal.

“Maybe you should… go home?” they said, keeping a safe distance.

“But I’m following policy,” I said, with my most innocent look. “You told me to come, so here I am!”

The Breakthrough

Soon, the office felt like a ghost town. HR huddled together, whispering. Finally, the head of HR came to me, holding a mask and looking very nervous.

“You should rest,” they said. “Go home. Don’t worry about the leave.”

Victory. Sweet, sweet victory.

What Happened Next

I went home, no salary deduction, no three days leave nonsense. And the best part? HR learned a valuable lesson: don’t mess with someone who’s sick AND petty.

So, if your workplace tries pulling something like this, remember my story. Sometimes, all it takes is a few sneezes and a little chaos to set things right. Cheers to sick days… and teaching HR a lesson.