This is an I-Heart podcast. Guaranteed Human. I have cancer and my boss keeps dumping work on me during my chemo sessions. And he might fire me. Well, if he die first, then he doesn't have to fire you. There you go. You know, the old loophole in the book. Well, that's how I always get out of work. That's right. I fake my own death.

There we go.

Fly to Cuba.

Never to be heard from again.

Or have cancer.

Start a little entrepreneurial business on the side selling meth.

There we go.

Shout out Breaking Bad.

Walter White.

There we go.

We're watching that right now.

It's pretty good.

So I work at a small branch, which is part of a larger company. My office is a manager,

an assistant manager, a receptionist, and nine other employees. I've been diagnosed with cancer.

I'm able to schedule my chemotherapy on my regular days off. Since my job has no physical labor

and we don't deal with the

public at all and only deal with coworkers from other offices by phone or email, my cancer

treatments have not interfered with my work and I'm still able to go in as normal. Oh my God.

OPE's doing the most. Like a Herculean level of effort here. Oh my God. I mean, most people would take off. Literally. Yeah. Um, my coworkers know and have been very understanding. I would fucking hope so. I would pray. I would say. I would. Yeah. Jeff, uh, you really need to come in today, actually. I know you're getting chemo and all and your, your hair's falling out and you're freaking throwing up in the toilet.

But, um, this memo really needs to be read.

Yeah. Yeah. Does it really, Dan? Does it really? Yeah. Um, yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

No. Oh, office space. Yeah. there you go. John does a movie. Oh, but I haven't watched it. Oh, how do you know it then? I've only seen like the clip. Oh, gosh. So each of us is a calendar where our days off or in rare cases meeting to other branches are shown. The manager is supposed to have access to this,

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