being sick sucks
The upside of working at home is that you don't catch the nasties (colds, flus, etc) when they go around your office. Then again, when you spend an evening with your coworkers, talking to them within two inches of their germ-infested selves, it really doesn't matter—you catch the nasties anyway. I'd do it every time, though, trading off the potential of getting sick for spending time with my friends. I just wish:
- I didn't have to write a 10 page paper in the next four days (which really means today since I work)
- I didn't have to take a final tomorrow afternoon
- I didn't have to go to a class after the final, tomorrow night
- It wasn't that special time of the month
Thankfully, I've done my reading for Tuesday night's class, and then I'm done with actual classes. After that, I have a final the following weekend (objective only) then a final the following Monday (also objective only, gotta love business classes). I'll also have a final to write sometime by next Tuesday but it's only 1000 words or so, so no big deal. Then I have a final to write by next Wednesday but it's also not a big deal.
In fact, the only "big deal" is this paper I'm supposedly writing now, in the midst of being Thera-flu'd to the gills and feeling like crap. Pleh.
