What Doesn't Kill Makes You Stronger

Things have been a little quiet on my end, as I spent the majority of this weekend curled up into a ball wondering where I had caught this wild new strain of the Ebola virus. I've been cold and shivering, had a headache, the sniffles and wicked stomach cramps. After two consecutive days of Olympic-class sleeping, I finally seem to have passed the worst part of the virus (in more ways than one) and am now sipping on chamomile tea, courtesy of friend Peter from Catalan class. My stomach still periodically holds a revolt and sends me scurrying to the bathroom. But enough of that talk.

In work news, I have been given an EXTRA CLASS (capitalization equals indignation) for the next two weeks. This infuriates me, because I thought that my schedule problems were over and that we had ushered in a newer, happier time in Spain; I'm also upset because this directly takes time away from what I can spend with Travis, who is flying in for a short weekend. And Valentine's Day! What a catch.

And even in my sickness I had been stomping around being indignant about this extra class silliness, but I'm currently trying a new Zen approach to this and accepting these two weeks as some kind of karmic balance for all the negative things I've said about the company. By the way, I've read about a ton of people who write blogs who say stupid stuff about their bosses and their places of employment, and are subsequently FIRED. I will never mention again either the name of the company or anyone there.

But if they try to give me one more class, the gloves are coming off.