Gah... After a week, you'd have thought that there's more sense to all these. Unfortunately, the Earth chooses to continue on its drowsy mechanical spinning on its axis, and here she is wasting away.

I fell ill again.

Four MCs in two months. Hip hip hurrah. Here's health, or what's left of it. *sigh*

I've grown to hate the things that surround my very 'well-being'. That, that and that. They all fall into place like dreaded bombs, waiting to explode all at once. I deplore the attention that is given, and yet have no choice but to accept.

Look, you. I know you're older, more seasoned. I'm just trying to do my job. Look, you. I hate talking on the phone for hours, so can't we just get over this in a civilized manner without me having to here you drone on and on about your years of experience and slam me off for 'undermining' your capabilities.

The point is, I HATE DOING THIS. So let's just get this over and done with and head on with life. At the end of the day you're the contractor and I'm the worker, and you know what they always say.

You know you've been in the workforce for a substantial length of time once you realise that contractors remain with the company longer than employees do.

Oh well. To health again.   ¶ 17:21