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Thursday,
January 4, 2007
Why do you hate me, o Lord?
You
may remember, pumpkins, that I started my brand new job yesterday. Admittedly,
I was only in for an hour and a half since they were waiting on a badge, access
codes and other stuff, but I got a chance to meet with my manager and go
over work that needs to be done (I get to animate demos again, whee!).
So what happens? Today, on my SECOND DAY OF WORK, I had to call in sick with a hellacious cold that had kept me up all night and turned me into a damn good imitation of the walking undead. Yeah, that's professional. *sigh* Of course, it could have been worse -- on my second day of work in Stockholm, I came home and found out that my mother had died, and had to fly home for a week. Compared to that, this was a day at the beach.
In
any case
I called in and, well, groveled like the sad and pathetic person that I am.
Luckily, my new manager is of the mindset that you shouldn't come into the
office if you're sick, so she told me she understood, and I should stay
home.
At least I was able to nap on and off today, propped up on the couch so that the gallons of mucus I am currently producing would have some chance to drain, and I'm somewhat compos mentis even if I am sniffling (thank you, meth lab owners, for prompting the government to take the only damn thing that dries up my nose without putting me to sleep off the damn market -- Sudafed Maximum Strength Cold and Sinus. Feh).