Day of Rest
Geez, what a week.
It's over now, but in the past five days The Corporation really got its money's worth. I did the work of three men, and I was sick the whole time. I normally don't want to be there, but this week I really should have been home in bed. Trouble is, the work won't go away just because I do, and no one else will do it while I'm gone. Sick. So whenever I come back it's all still waiting for me, along with the new work, which is always urgent. I will have to die or get fired to evade this.
As an added bonus, my cold/flu or whatever prevented me from sleeping more than three hours a night all week, so I started each day in the hole and got deeper in as the day progressed. Friday night I finally passed out and slept all night, and now today (Saturday) I feel human for the first time since last Sunday.
I'm alone in the house (just me and Molly the Cat), alternately surfing movies on the cable, finishing B's leftover chicken soup, reading random blogs and following their links to other random blogs (thank God for Firefox and tabbed browsing). I read somewhere that there are 4.8 million blogs, but that was a month ago. There must be a lot more by now, and I am amazed at how many smart, funny, drunk, isolated, depressed, introspective, social, clever, educated, frank and opinionated people there are out there doing this. Who wants to bet that university studies are not being conducted on the phenomenon right now? Stay tuned to Fresh Air on NPR -- I'm sure someone will be plugging a blogging book soon, if they haven't already.
Of course I will get nothing accomplished on this day of rest. Usually that would make me feel guilty, but since I am recovering from a near-death experience I am OK with my indolence. Tomorrow I'll have to make up for today. Then on Monday I can go back to making The Corporation rich.
It's over now, but in the past five days The Corporation really got its money's worth. I did the work of three men, and I was sick the whole time. I normally don't want to be there, but this week I really should have been home in bed. Trouble is, the work won't go away just because I do, and no one else will do it while I'm gone. Sick. So whenever I come back it's all still waiting for me, along with the new work, which is always urgent. I will have to die or get fired to evade this.
As an added bonus, my cold/flu or whatever prevented me from sleeping more than three hours a night all week, so I started each day in the hole and got deeper in as the day progressed. Friday night I finally passed out and slept all night, and now today (Saturday) I feel human for the first time since last Sunday.
I'm alone in the house (just me and Molly the Cat), alternately surfing movies on the cable, finishing B's leftover chicken soup, reading random blogs and following their links to other random blogs (thank God for Firefox and tabbed browsing). I read somewhere that there are 4.8 million blogs, but that was a month ago. There must be a lot more by now, and I am amazed at how many smart, funny, drunk, isolated, depressed, introspective, social, clever, educated, frank and opinionated people there are out there doing this. Who wants to bet that university studies are not being conducted on the phenomenon right now? Stay tuned to Fresh Air on NPR -- I'm sure someone will be plugging a blogging book soon, if they haven't already.
Of course I will get nothing accomplished on this day of rest. Usually that would make me feel guilty, but since I am recovering from a near-death experience I am OK with my indolence. Tomorrow I'll have to make up for today. Then on Monday I can go back to making The Corporation rich.
posted by Larry Jones at 2:32 PM
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