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[in_stead]

My nasty, filthy children have given me the bubonic plague. I was thoroughly immune to the Canadian bubonic plague by the end of my practice teaching last year, but this is the British bubonic plague, against which I have no defences. Of course, I do not feel as though I can call in sick. I, after all, am the person who is in charge of covering for teachers who feel the way that I do currently but stay home instead of dragging themselves out of bed and into work.

I changed my mind. I don't want to be a teacher anymore. I would prefer to have the kind of job where I can call in sick.

The other Canadian teacher that was hired at the same time I was also has this horrible disease. She is, as near as I can tell, about two days ahead on it. I have much to look forward to. All I can say is that it is going to get a lot worse before it gets any better.

:P

Comments

[lazulus]

*passes the lemsip*

Poor you. :(

You do know that you should call in sick if you really can't manage. I mean, there is really no point in suffering and it's all very well soldiering on but ultiumately nobody will thank you for it!.

*pets*

[mcee.livejournal.com]

maybe you will die from it and they will bury you someplace, then in 400 years they'll have to build roads *around* your grave site so they don't loose the plague again?

just a theory.

[msilverstar]

Virus pits, that's what I call schools. Preschools are even worse.

Take care of yourself!

[the-oscar-cat.livejournal.com]

YAY! SEPTEMBER - Lurgy time!

Everyone I know is ill and making me ill.

Hope you feel better soon.

*hugs*