changing from nothing to one

After four days of vicious flu and family drama, I needed a good long vacation, but I went back to work instead. Bad decision, I know, but it does pay the bills and, for whatever reason, there's never any shortage of bills to pay. There's an evil symmetry there, but I'm not going to think about it right now.

My supervisor wants to promote me. The good here is that I'd get paid for the extra hours I'm putting in anyway. The bad is that I'd actually feel obligated to put them in, whereas now I just do it because I'm an idiot. Decisions, decisions . . .

I left my umbrella on the Skytrain this morning, which meant that I had to stand in the pouring rain as I waited for my ride, which meant that by the time I got to work my pant legs were soaked from the knees down and my shoes were full of water. If I relapse into flu-ish misery, I'll only have myself to blame. And that's just not right. I'd much rather blame someone else.

Please tell me I haven't missed the SeSa sign up.