Grim Death

So I just got back from my first full-fledged faculty job interview in Marquette, Michigan, where I finally made the top 3 and might have a shot at an actual teaching position.  It was an eventful weekend, coming hard on the heels of my fabulous birthday dinner with B and friends the Motel Manager and spouse, Michelle, and Jayson. 

I was starting to feel a little under the weather on Saturday, which progressed to pre-cold by Sunday morning.  Sunday afternoon I was supposed to be on a plane to the Upper Peninsula, but in the lead-up to leaving I was trying to print some sample syllabi for my job talk, and in true computer fashion, the damn thing froze up on me.  I cursed, I left the house in a huff and screamed up to Cedar Rapids only to learn that I had missed the cut-off for flight check in by TWO MINUTES and they wouldn't let me on the plane.  The next plane didn't leave until 12:55 p.m.  The next day.  In the middle of my interview time.

So I drove.  I drove eleven hundred miles roundtrip in three days.  With the plague.

B gets these adorable little colds.  He sniffs, he coughs, I offer to get him soup and tuck him into bed early.  I end up with insomnia for a week because he snores, and I go sleep in the guest room so I won't kick him in frustration at three a.m.

Then he gives the cold to me, and it's like the firebombing of Dresden: What was once the jewel of Saxony is now a desolate wasteland.  I cough, I sneeze, I ache, I shiver.  I lose my voice in the middle of the job interview, and thanks to all the meth addicts in the Midwest, I can't even get Ny.Q.uil without signing a death warrant.  (I will hunt you down and hurt you, meth addicts.  I swear to God I will.  Because the new Ny.Q.uil?  Does. Not. Work.)

And because I don't want to keep B up with my hacking and honking, I end up in the guest bedroom.  Again.

Comments

[Churlita]

Oh, I had that last week. I'm so sorry to hear you got it during such a stressful time.

So, how did the interview go, even with all that?

[TLB]

It went well. More on that soon, I promise!

[babelbabe]

damn meth addicts.

there's very little more awful than driving long distances while sick. I once drove from Virginia to Pittsburgh with a migraine and am still surpised I didn't crash and die since I could only see out of one eye and was stopping every fifteen minutes to dry heave.
on THAT note -
I hope you are feeling better.

[TLB]

Ugh ugh ugh, babelbabe. That sounds perfectly awful.

I think it's starting to mend. Though I still can't talk, which is probably better for everyone.