On a glorious Monday morning I had absolutely no desire to go to work. This was a feeling I had just about never had in my life, even at my worst jobs. But I can happily report that I did what I always do and went to work anyway, because it has never been in my character to shake off responsibilities. I am just not that kind of guy. So I did what was expected of me and went to work, stopping on the way to a coffee shop on the way there.
At the coffee shop, I put my thermos down on the counter as I always do and asked for it to be filled with coffee. The clerk grabbed it, turned around, and as she was with her back to me, coughed loudly.
That bitch better not have coughed in my coffee, I thought to myself.
I then gave it no more thought, paid for my coffee, took it and went to work.
I had a perfectly ordinary day at work as I taught my four hours of class. But later, as I was in the office doing busy work, I started to feel like shit. It was gradual at first, starting with a slight itch in my throat and a slight headache. I left for the gym, and was weaker than I would have liked to have been. By the time I got out of the gym I had a pain in my kidneys as well.
By the time I got home I was full blown sick. But I don’t let such things get me down. I downed a gallon of water and a cup of apple cider vinegar, (It’ll get you damn going when you are sick), then took two asprin and went to bed early.
As a former long time smoker, all sicknesses move to my lungs. I woke up the next morning coughing up strongly. And I was over the moon! I finally had an excuse not to go to work. I messaged my boss immediately and went back to bed, grateful to rest further. But after several more trips to the bathroom to cough some more, I was feeling pretty well. Well enough to have gone to work. But the thing is, I suddenly valued my free time much more than I would have valued the money I would have gained from work.
This gave me pause, and I immediately messaged my boss and said I would be sick the next day as well. The revelation was that, I just couldn’t be bothered with this job any more. I need a change pretty badly. I mean, I wan’t one hundred percent, but I had worked feeling much worse. By any honest metric, I was feeling fucking fine. And this, in itself was concerning.
And the day off I had was wonderful for my productivity, and even gave me some time to apply for some jobs.
So yea, I really need a new job.