The lady who told me to get checked out wasn't a close friend and I definitely don't hold it against her!I take your point.
I suppose the boss thing is actually useful. It gives me a reason to go and talk to her, as opposed to just being a nosy friend. In some ways I'm being the good guy by taking this to her, because otherwise she'll simply see all the work dry up and that'll be even worse.
In all honesty, the reason for my cowardice is that I don't particularly want to be the guy who made her confront this potentially life-ruining bad news. As I say, she's not an idiot and she probably at least suspects, but I'd hate to be forever associated with this situation and be seen as the one who made it impossible to deny, if you see what I mean.
I'll see her tomorrow. If there's a chance, I'll have a word.
As to work, the reason I fear for Susie is that I have had two new entrants to the industry in the past tell me they were diabetic, both young women straight out of college. In both cases they they happy to swear on any available deity that they'd be fine, and in both cases they lasted about a week before finally admitting that they couldn't keep all their mathematics straight on such a strange schedule. Of course it's likely that I've worked with people who simply never mentioned it, especially having worked in the USA where every third person seem to be begging for type 2, but I have seen it cause problems.
Naturally it's up to the applicant but I would be very cautious about it.
We would have if she'd have let us.
Thanks for the interest. How did it go? Not very well.
She was late, I called her, she answered sounding as if I'd woken her up at four in the morning, she arrived looking as if she'd just rolled out of bed with a heavy dose of flu.
There are vague plans to see a doctor "around the end of next week" but I'm not sure how serious she was. I'm not sure how capable she is of keeping that sort of appointment at the moment, which is completely out of character. Usually she's sharp as a knife and very quick.
Are you guys even allowed bananas?
Sorry, sorry, I'll get my coat...
(Edit - I realise this may be taken the wrong way, but I'll plead that it's been a bit of a weekend)
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