still employed

Today I had to do "stuff" and "things" in order to prove that I'm physically and mentally able to come back to work.  

After dropping the chicken off at the neighbor's house, I blew my nose, wiped my tears and pulled myself together for the next few hours.

Then I had to prove that my boobies still fit under all that gear.

I am pleased to say that I still have a job waiting for me.