Oh bugger this...
Mar. 7th, 2011 08:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anonymousblueberryI have student infected plague. I am NOT impressed, as it was impressed upon said student that coming in if she was that ill was a bad idea, and she'd be better off resting and getting better quicker. But no. She was adamant that she was coming in (when half the bloody course is out with colds and flu) and now I'm sick as a fucking dog, which means I risk passing it on to another of my students who is even more succeptible than me.
And unlike her, who has no financial responsibilities, I have to show up to work, or I don't get paid. And I have bills, and rent, and am trying to save for a car.
So yeah, now I can't breathe through one nostril, the other is running a marathon, my throat is gunked up and I'm losing my voice. I'm going to be awesome today.
Well, if I punch the creative writing lecturer, at least I can blame it on the medication.
Right now, I just want to curl up with my book under my blankie and not leave the house (although I'm out of milk, so that is out of my control).
I was even pleased with myself for managing to get out of bed to put the glass recycling out, and then as soon as I'd done that, I felt like I'd run a marathon and had to sit down. Not on body, not fucking on.
Anyway, back to (non-paid) work for an hour or so, before I trudge in to the uni.
And unlike her, who has no financial responsibilities, I have to show up to work, or I don't get paid. And I have bills, and rent, and am trying to save for a car.
So yeah, now I can't breathe through one nostril, the other is running a marathon, my throat is gunked up and I'm losing my voice. I'm going to be awesome today.
Well, if I punch the creative writing lecturer, at least I can blame it on the medication.
Right now, I just want to curl up with my book under my blankie and not leave the house (although I'm out of milk, so that is out of my control).
I was even pleased with myself for managing to get out of bed to put the glass recycling out, and then as soon as I'd done that, I felt like I'd run a marathon and had to sit down. Not on body, not fucking on.
Anyway, back to (non-paid) work for an hour or so, before I trudge in to the uni.
