Mar 03, 2010 15:30
I was trying to spray my sinus meds into my face and that was apparently a signal for Scully and Vala to gang-snuggle me! That's right, ladies, it's all about YOU, never mind my asthma! Seriously, they put their paws and tails across me to staple me down into place and stop me from moving.
I think I'm slowly clawing my way out of the pit of head-cold sludginess and should be all right by tomorrow, when the highlight of my day will be a workman dropping by in the morning to change out our old electric meter. I'm just relieved my cold didn't turn into a chest cold or bronchitis as it always used to do back in the Before Time when I had a job.
This is one of the few up-sides to being unemployed -- I used to drag my sorry butt into work no matter how awful I felt, and that usually meant a little cold could drag itself out for a month. PEOPLE, TAKE A LESSON AND USE YOUR SICK DAYS! I know that someday, in the distant future when the economy has clawed its way up out of the pit of recession/Depression sludginess, and I'm working again, I'm no longer going to embrace the stupid notion that I'm absolutely necessary to the proper running of an office and I'm gonna take some time off to be ill in. If those guys were ultimately so comfortable with the idea that I was lay-offable, surely they could have gotten along without me for a day or two earlier on?
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