A Plague on Employment

Put together a large and maze-like office complex with antiquated aircon, and someone who has not been exposed to co-workers for some months, and what do you get?

Sick.

Am fighting off second irritating viral thingy in the last week. Several people in the office have already had these (or so they cheerily inform me). All this and commuting on Connex! All the ingredients for a bitingly satirical novel about modern office life!

I've negotiated them into a four-day week: the fifth day (today, for example) was supposed to be for chasing other job applications, but the only job I'd have been hired for today is Telephone Sex Worker. On reflection, decided not to croak at slimy recruitment agents.

The people, when not transmitting disease, are great and the work is surprisingly varied (am now training, eek, in a system I've hardly used for over a year). Still, I'll be glad to be out at the end of the month.