So, I have the flu. I know I have the flu because I went to a German doctor here on Thursday, and he told me, "You have the flu" in German. I thought it was just a little cold, but then on Wednesday night I got chills so bad I literally couldn't sleep because I was shivering. I tried putting on all my pajamas, turning up the heat, and getting under a big blanket, but it didn't help. I just shivered and shivered. I would drift off to sleep for a bit, but then I'd have these weird hallucinations/dreams where I was judging the biggest wine competition in the world (I'm reading a book on wine right now). I kept waking up in a cold sweat, shivering, muttering to myself, "The Haut-Brion is a winner!" Ugh. The next morning I got up at first light and went to the doctor.
The flu is a virus, so I can't take something to kill it like you can take antibiotics to kill bacterial infections. I just kinda hafta wait it out and take junk for the symptoms, which I am. I've got an expectorant to get the junk outta my lungs, another med for the sore throat, and paracetamol for the pain, fever, etc. I'm good to go, and I've got a doctor's note excusing me from work for three days. If I weren't sick, that would be awesome.
Also, I've been calling this lady about getting a second job all last week and hadn't heard anything from her. I left two messages with her secretary, saying, "This is Raychel. Please have your boss call me back as soon as possible regarding the job at [this place where I might work]." Nothing. I'm thinking, maybe she's sick. Or maybe she's really busy. Or maybe they don't want me anymore! But today I'm talking with my roommate, Nadine, in the kitchen and she's like, hey I talked with Petra today (Petra's the lady I've been calling about the job; she and Nadine talk because Nadine also works at this place where I want to work) and Petra wants to know what's up with you and why haven't you called her back yet .... WTF?!?! I've called and called and left messages! Have none of those gotten through?! I'm really frustrated at this point because 1) I really need this job and 2) it's going to look like I'm lazy or disinterested when I'm really not and now 3) I might have missed the opportunity to get this job. Hell. I'm sitting there, fuming into my morning tea and griping to Nadine about all of this when she says, "Don't feel bad, blame it on the day."
And I'm like, "Whuh? What do you mean?"
"Are you superstitious?" she asks.
"Whuh?" is my reply once again.
Then we sort of look at each other and I grin as it dawns on me. "Friday the 13th!" we say together. Haha... I've never had a Friday the 13th where the superstition really fit, but this is exactly such a day. Lovely. So I'm staying inside, away from Koswick (the black cat who lives in our building), drinking lots of OJ and watching movies. Y'all do the same. I'm a believer now; this day is bad mojo, people!
PS: I called Petra a few minutes ago. Everything's straightened out and my job papers are going through as planned.
The flu is a virus, so I can't take something to kill it like you can take antibiotics to kill bacterial infections. I just kinda hafta wait it out and take junk for the symptoms, which I am. I've got an expectorant to get the junk outta my lungs, another med for the sore throat, and paracetamol for the pain, fever, etc. I'm good to go, and I've got a doctor's note excusing me from work for three days. If I weren't sick, that would be awesome.
Also, I've been calling this lady about getting a second job all last week and hadn't heard anything from her. I left two messages with her secretary, saying, "This is Raychel. Please have your boss call me back as soon as possible regarding the job at [this place where I might work]." Nothing. I'm thinking, maybe she's sick. Or maybe she's really busy. Or maybe they don't want me anymore! But today I'm talking with my roommate, Nadine, in the kitchen and she's like, hey I talked with Petra today (Petra's the lady I've been calling about the job; she and Nadine talk because Nadine also works at this place where I want to work) and Petra wants to know what's up with you and why haven't you called her back yet .... WTF?!?! I've called and called and left messages! Have none of those gotten through?! I'm really frustrated at this point because 1) I really need this job and 2) it's going to look like I'm lazy or disinterested when I'm really not and now 3) I might have missed the opportunity to get this job. Hell. I'm sitting there, fuming into my morning tea and griping to Nadine about all of this when she says, "Don't feel bad, blame it on the day."
And I'm like, "Whuh? What do you mean?"
"Are you superstitious?" she asks.
"Whuh?" is my reply once again.
Then we sort of look at each other and I grin as it dawns on me. "Friday the 13th!" we say together. Haha... I've never had a Friday the 13th where the superstition really fit, but this is exactly such a day. Lovely. So I'm staying inside, away from Koswick (the black cat who lives in our building), drinking lots of OJ and watching movies. Y'all do the same. I'm a believer now; this day is bad mojo, people!
PS: I called Petra a few minutes ago. Everything's straightened out and my job papers are going through as planned.
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