Well, it’s official: I have been promoted. Well, maybe “promotion” is the wrong word, but since I had a layer of management above me removed with no plans to fill it, I guess by default that makes me in charge of all things IT at my firm. It’s a lot of new responsibility, but it comes with an office and natural light so I’m game to give it a shot. My boss really hadn’t been happy here as some firm culture seemed to be shifting, and he didn’t seem to want to shift with it. I think things have worked out for the best all the way around, but I hope he lands somewhere more suited to his style of doing things.
Of course, for my first week in a new office and greater responsibilities I’ve been sick–I’m actually on day 9 of this particular bug–and it’s been pretty miserable. I was never really floored by the symptoms, but it’s just been a steady trickle of annoyances. It started with a three day sore throat (during which time I was frantically checking my mouth for signs of strep throat) then progressed to a steady cough that made me lose my voice. The cough is slowly dying down, but I still have no voice. And of course, now Hanne is sick, too. The weirdest part? She doesn’t have the same thing I have/had. She’s got a headache and is achy and shivering, so she might even be coming down with the flu. If I got the flu right now, I’d be pissed. I can’t take much more of this. The last couple of nights while trying to go to bed I’ve gone into coughing fits so bad I had to leave to go try and sleep upright on the couch. If I got the flu or something at the tail end of this…ug.
To make things worse, Hanne was staying at her parents’ apartment for the last week to dog sit while they were away, so during my week of “freedom” when I should have been drinkign beer and watching TV and playing video games I was instead miserable and sick. Now that Hanne’s back, now she’s sick and miserable.
This last weekend was a mixed blessing, but I think I came away generally happy. Friday night was Dan & Kristine’s last night here and so they had a going away party at their apartment that was a lot of fun. Of course, I had no voice and it hurt to swallow so it made conversation and imbibing difficult. I think I had three glasses of beer, tops. Glasses, mind you, not even pints. I just didn’t have it in me. The spirit was willing, but the flesh was unable. I saw them again the next morning for breakfast and saw them off, and I think they enjoyed their time here a lot. I know Hanne and I certainly enjoyed having them around.
On Sunday I got to see a friend from college who I haven’t seen since 2004, and we had a couple of beers and dinner afterward. It’s always nice to catch up with an old friend, even if talking is a physical problem.
I keep getting distracted and losing my train of thought. Can I just say how much I love having a window with a view?