I was actually telling the truth!
I developed the first symptoms of tonsillitis/cold at my interview for my first post-uni job. They were actually really nice about it and went downstairs to get a lozenge to kill my coughing fits. Incredibly, I still got the job even though it involves phone work.

Now, I also have a casual job that I love even though they give me fuck-all hours- I like hanging out there, talking to customers, etc. They knew I was looking for work and I promised to work as long as I could there in the meantime.

So Friday just gone sees me off in the freezing cold at 7am to work 8.30-4.30 at my new job, which is ace, and where I went through a packet of throat lozenges and nearly wore out the mute button on the phone with my coughing and hacking. Then I get on more buses and trains to start my old job at 6 and work til 9. After that the cunting taxi I was getting home didn't show up so I waited in the cold for half an hour until a nice pizza delivery boy drove me home.

Next day I feel like absolute crap, throat is ten times worse and I feel like I'm going to spew from swallowing mucus and crap while I was asleep.

So I called up my casual job, where I am expected within an hour.

"Sorry, I can't come in today, it looks like I have tonsillitis".
"Looks like?"

Bastard sounds like he thought I went to the mirror and poked around looking for some redness so that I could skive off. He cracked the sads at me and I collapsed back into bed, where I have now been for two days except for checking out the QOTW, watching DVDs on the couch and rousing myself enough to cook.

I think I might quit after all after that performance.

*Apologies for crapness, but if we try it at a different angle you might not notice that I lost my cherry a couple of weeks ago. Besides, I'm sick so what the fuck do you expect from me?!
(Angie the Redneck Wonder, Sun 11 Jun 2006, 4:58, Reply)