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13 years ago
Well, my friends, they say bad things like to come in groups, and thus, they have...
The business I work for follows the Jewish High Holy Days. Thus, over the next three weeks I will essentially only be working 2 out of the 4 days I normally would, with the consummate effect upon my income.
On top of this, I have the unpleasant fact that as I currently recover from some form of sore throat and cough, which is being nasty and refuses to quite leave me, like some clingy hanger-on that one just can't shake regardless of how many times you boot them in the face, for the third time in my life, I have pink eye, also known as conjunctivitis. This means, for those unfamiliar with this awful malady, that for the next two wonderful weeks, I get to experience my eyes overbrimming with thick, nasty gop, this awful mix of tears and mucous-like material that I euphemistically refer to as "slime", while at the same time being red, irritated, feeling like someone poured sand into them every waking, eye-opened moment. Altogether a deeply unpleasant state made even less so by its' rather high level of transmissibility. In short, it's not just gop, but infectious gop.
Thus, as I walk through the week of my birthday sliding yet another year past me, I will be the wonderful recipient of being both poor and sick.
Pardon, my friends, as I crawl into my den and be somewhat of a grumpy old vixen.
The business I work for follows the Jewish High Holy Days. Thus, over the next three weeks I will essentially only be working 2 out of the 4 days I normally would, with the consummate effect upon my income.
On top of this, I have the unpleasant fact that as I currently recover from some form of sore throat and cough, which is being nasty and refuses to quite leave me, like some clingy hanger-on that one just can't shake regardless of how many times you boot them in the face, for the third time in my life, I have pink eye, also known as conjunctivitis. This means, for those unfamiliar with this awful malady, that for the next two wonderful weeks, I get to experience my eyes overbrimming with thick, nasty gop, this awful mix of tears and mucous-like material that I euphemistically refer to as "slime", while at the same time being red, irritated, feeling like someone poured sand into them every waking, eye-opened moment. Altogether a deeply unpleasant state made even less so by its' rather high level of transmissibility. In short, it's not just gop, but infectious gop.
Thus, as I walk through the week of my birthday sliding yet another year past me, I will be the wonderful recipient of being both poor and sick.
Pardon, my friends, as I crawl into my den and be somewhat of a grumpy old vixen.
Well shucks. I do hope you get well soon and that you don't infect anyone, unreasonably, with that eye slime.
*calls out her minifoxes, all dressed in biohazard safety suits with Japanese Ministry of Health logos on them, who assist in deconning the draggy and assist her in donning a proper biohazard suit, then they retreat into the shadows, disappearing*
Well, at least there's company, with many thanks, dear heart.
Thanks, hon.
up! That about sums it up.
Here's hoping you get better soon though, as well as better luck in the near future.
As for unemployment, well, that would be nice, IF I was actually employed on the books. Like many many family-owned and family-run businesses in NYC, I'm off the books, and get paid in cash, meaning that there's no safety net for folk like me.
On the bright side, at least you HAVE a job.
Thanks, hon, I shall endeavor to. As for you, I both miss you and I hope that you feel better soon too.