Too Damn Honest

I told the folk at work I was feeling bad, and went home at lunchtime - fully intending not to come back. To either take a long walk up the mountain (WAY too windy for the beach) or a drive to somewhere quiet where I could just sit and think a bit.

Not that I'm feeling sick, necessarily, but just down.

Unfortunately I'm too honest. I'm back at work. Earning my pay (sorta). Dragging myself off to the monthly staff meeting (what a bore!). Doing all that stuff I didn't feel like doing this morning, but unenthusiastically I'm afraid. Not that there's too much to do, as the early year rush has tapered off.

Damn - wish I weren't so honest! My boss calls it suffering from an "over-inflated sense of duty". Anyone got a pin?