Eight days to contemplate

I've been sick for eight days now. I wake up freezing and aching, and then after I take my drugs I feel super warm and sweat profusely. One day I'm nauseous. Another day I have a sore throat that prevents me from swallowing.

Eight days man. It's been enough time for me to get paranoid about getting fired for being away from work for too long. Enough time to realise that even if I do get fired, I don't really care. Enough time, in fact, for me to start looking for a new job.

But looking through the classifieds has only reminded me that I don't really want to do anything besides write. Even if I'm not in love with my job, my unhappiness has got more to do with certain people in the office and my utter disillusionment with the way that the local media has to operate than with the work itself.

So eight days on, I realise the solution to my problems is not finding a new job. I think I have to do my post-graduate studies somewhere else and just hope that will lead to something better.