
Be careful what you wish for. I love my job, but sometimes I find it a little bit difficult to get excited about having to start again after the weekend. I guess it's like going to the gym (for those people who actually go to the gym, which is certainly not me): you always have to motivate yourself to go, but once you're there, you enjoy it a lot. That's what my job is like for me. But after our holiday in India, I wished that I'd had just a couple of days more to just relax and do nothing. And I got my wish in the form of one nice and lovely flu attack. This sucks majorly, because I'm really never so sick that I actually need to spend time in bed, and I was kind of hoping to finish those short ten months at the job I love without ever having to take a sick day. But, alas, my immune system had other plans. I went to work in the morning because I 'only' had a sore throat, but you can only take so much medical advice from complete strangers on the phone without thinking that maybe you are indeed too sick to be answering the phone at all. For a minute there I was afraid that I might have malaria (which is NOT a hypocondriac move, since I did get bitten by mosquitos in Goa and, according to my tropical doctor, ANY flu up to two months after your return could be malaria (God, malaria is scary!)), but since I already felt better after a couple of hours, I'm guessing that it's probably not malaria. Anyway, by 4 PM I decided to call it quits and head home, where I spent the remainder of the day drooling, aching and asking for tea and meds in incomprehensible words and phrases. Luckily, there were also a few nice things about spending some time at home:
- spending hour upon hour in bed with two cats draped around me
- watching six episodes of Dawson's Creek in one go
- opening my belated Christmas package from work, which, when I was a tutor, used to be a bottle of Fair Trade wine, but, as an assistant office manager, is a box stocked with Fair Trade food (I love my job, I love my job, I love my job!)
- having my boyfriend feed me homemade grilled cheese sandwiches
- not having to feel guilty about asking for massages 'because I have the flu and I hurt'
It doesn't really take much to make me happy.