One morning, my pet turtle went missing from its tank. Ten minutes of searching and I was already imagining the worst.
I called my boss and told her I will be late and might need to take EL. She said okay, approved.
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Another time, I had a near putus cinta argument with my boyfriend. I was at my work desk, tearing, pretending to work.
I called my boss and told her I needed two days off. Approved. No questions asked.
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Another time, my housemate knocked on my bedroom door and told me my rabbits had died. I ran downstairs and saw their lifeless bodies all over the garage and garden. I broke down.
I called my boss, sobbing, and she said “I’m coming over.” And she did.
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There was another morning I woke up so miserable, wondering, “wtf am I doing with my life.” I had three shots of Vodka for breakfast and spiralled.
I called my boss, all emotional, and asked for a day off.
“Take all the time you need, Ling. We are here for you.”
Mental health is a real reason to take leave. Stop making people feel guilty for it.
xoxoxo
