The Bloody Doors Off

My immune system is crap. While I haven’t gotten the worst (knock on wood) colds and flu this season, I seems to be constantly fighting off some strain of it. Yet again I’m under the weather. Stuffed nose, cough, phlegm. And I’m pushing through this, because I’m an idiot like that. No, I’m not. But I need the work and I don’t get paid if I don’t. The second March cheque came in tonight so I can breathe a bit easier, but if I’m going to start a cushion with this contract, then I can’t afford to take time off. Not in the second week, at least.

Things are going well so far (despite still not having an I.D. to log my hours into with the agency), and it’s a bit funny that I’m doing pretty much everything but what my primary function will be. I’m okay with that; it’s good they see I can adapt to the situation and be a part of the team.

Not much for introspection tonight. Head’s too fuzzy.