The price of travel
Feb. 24th, 2012 09:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gementI've been sick since Monday on the train home from Gally. Nothing world-ending, just fever, a bit of sore throat, mild congestion, and exhaustion like I've been run over by a truck. Launching into day five of that now, and it' getting old.
I've had the luxury of working from home, so I haven't missed work over it; yay white-collar tech jobs. I find myself thinking this morning that a lot fewer people would get sick if our culture supported workers in crappy jobs staying home when they're sick instead of infecting everyone in the checkout line, which is not a new thought, but usually doesn't nag at me the same way. This is what comes of reading an entire Tiffany Aching book before breakfast so I didn't have to feel my throat for two hours, because Terry Pratchett wants us all to be betterrabid social justice advocates witches.
I didn't take out my camera all of Gally, so my plan is to hit up one of my avid photographer friends to spend a half hour snapping shots of me once my question mark jumper arrives. In the meantime, here's a blurry picture of me holding five sonic screwdrivers and a recorder. Since I didn't have the 7 jumper, I kept an ace up my sleeve instead.
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arjache, you snapped a picture of the complete snood, right? Care to post it in comments? ETA: Thanks! Snood in comments, everyone.
This weekend is Seattle Boot Weekend, where I'd planned on going to every event ever and digging into what promises to be my new hobby of the year, but that starts with a mixer at the Cuff tonight. I'd be tempted to take meds and go anyway, but there's a 100% chance of immunocompromised people there. Not gonna do it.
I'll probably go to the workshops tomorrow, though. If I'm still coughing I'll wear a paper mask with a ferret nose drawn on it.
I've had the luxury of working from home, so I haven't missed work over it; yay white-collar tech jobs. I find myself thinking this morning that a lot fewer people would get sick if our culture supported workers in crappy jobs staying home when they're sick instead of infecting everyone in the checkout line, which is not a new thought, but usually doesn't nag at me the same way. This is what comes of reading an entire Tiffany Aching book before breakfast so I didn't have to feel my throat for two hours, because Terry Pratchett wants us all to be better
I didn't take out my camera all of Gally, so my plan is to hit up one of my avid photographer friends to spend a half hour snapping shots of me once my question mark jumper arrives. In the meantime, here's a blurry picture of me holding five sonic screwdrivers and a recorder. Since I didn't have the 7 jumper, I kept an ace up my sleeve instead.
arjache, you snapped a picture of the complete snood, right? Care to post it in comments? ETA: Thanks! Snood in comments, everyone.This weekend is Seattle Boot Weekend, where I'd planned on going to every event ever and digging into what promises to be my new hobby of the year, but that starts with a mixer at the Cuff tonight. I'd be tempted to take meds and go anyway, but there's a 100% chance of immunocompromised people there. Not gonna do it.
I'll probably go to the workshops tomorrow, though. If I'm still coughing I'll wear a paper mask with a ferret nose drawn on it.
