For as long as I remember my early teen years I've been working.
Since I was 12, one job at least, school too, summers two or three jobs.
Poor family, father bailed, etc.
Now white hair has start to show, and I can feel in my body the pain.
Past two years were difficult.
Two operations, and chemo were tough.
We won, all good, but now I'm weak, and 20 years of hard heavy work have wrecked my back.
I almost have no private life any more, I can't walk straight, can run, can't even sit, I need to lay after work.
Asked the state for help.
Sick leave, financial support, doctors for my back.
I'm entitled to nothing.
I've paid taxes from my 12 years until my 35.
I've served two years my country in the army too.
But no, I'm entitled to no help, because I've used my one year sick leave during cancer battle.

But guess who is.

My colleague, let's call her Mary.

Mary 36, who has always been a sweet poisonous single bitch with 6482 cats and sucking dicks for promotions.
Mary who has high school education, and doesn't know who is the Prime Minister of her country right know.
Mary who fucked the boss, got intentionally pregnant, he said no, she hijacked it despite him saying no, kept it, and now is THREE FUCKING YEARS on full pay sick leave because Mary can't fucking sleep because she's heartbroken from love.
Mary that I had to suffer with her 6 girlfriends coming at work every day, laughing and screaming en mass like chickens like those maids in movies, that laugh for no reason, while leaving her job to be done by me.

And when she comes, I have to listen the 36 years old single mom, 1.5m tall, uneducated, brocoli IQ, broke, lazy piece of shit, state and tax money abuser fraud Mary complain where the good men are.
What Mary wants?
A 25 years old, 1.9m 80kg worked out, policeman or army man or businessman, rich, to marry her and adopt her bastard.

But no, I can't have a sick leave, paracetamol should be OK for the pain.