The USPS heralds it: neither rain, nor sleet, nor wind, nor . . .whatever. . .will keep them from getting the mail through. Hooah, oorah, and whatever other manly sounding buck up and face the storm sort of expression you can come up with, the idea of working and making it to the office regardless of the obstacles in your way is a grand American precept.
The forces of nature we are supposed to endure and slog through also contains sickness.
Nevermind the fact that, if you stay home for a day when you feel slightly gross, your body will have a chance to recoup and ward off the forces of infection assailing your valiant immune system. Go to the office! Demonstrate your commitment and fortitude to the cause of data entry and other tasks that simply would not get done without your dedicated presence at every given opportunity. While you're there, your coworkers will provide unwillingly welcome little havens for the rapidly growing family of infectiousness inhabiting your upper respiratory system.
Of course, upon infection, a reasonable person may decide to remain at home to give their courageous leukocytes a chance to build more effective defenses. This person will be simultaneously pitied and unspeakingly scorned for their weakness. Then, because said person really isn't a slacker, but a legitimately interested employee with a desire to aid their department, person will figure out a workable solution for doing some mildly irritating task from home.
Person will rejoice via text-based communication to a fellow employee and fellow employee will then inform person that some policy, somewhere, deems person not able to do said mildly irritating task from home.
Welcome to the American workforce.
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