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As I type this I am mid-way through the Noro Virus but the worst is definitely over. The Noro Virus is the one that comes on really suddenly where you puke and shit all the time. It's also highly contageous and my doctor pretty much told me off for coming to the surgery (Mate, I killed myself coming to see you because I didn't know what was wrong with me!) My boss at Eaglemoss was very understanding and sympathetic because they are human beings in that office, truly civilised people. My manager at HMV however pulled the old 'Well Fay, I have to say... it's not ideal, is it?' followed by an excrutiating pause down the phone as he tries to break me with his stern silence. (He's probably one of those people who reads mind control books about how to influence people to do what you want them to do). For once, from sheer desperation at feeling like death, I put my foot down and told him he would really regret insisting I came in. Once I thought there was nothing more to come out of me even taking a flight of stairs would make me hurl. I made it clear before I hung up that I would not be in for the next two days. This is not the first time he has misunderstood the meaning of a Sick Day. Last time he guilt tripped me into coming in at least he had the heart to hide me working in the quiet of the stock room to shake off my fever. Then the prick had the nerve to buy me a fucking bag of clementines (big humanitarian) and patronise me with his 'I can't have my favourite sales assistant getting sick on me'.
I might seem in a bad mood. That's because I am. This week hasn't been a good week for me. I just got rejected from another job. This was one that, for once, I was kind of excited by. To be told I made it into the last three candidates just about breaks my heart. I know they were trying to sound positive when they told me that but to be so close and still not get it is so frustrating.