Baby Steps Around the Office in Book Two: The Fifteenth Year of the Third Millennium of the Common Era

I feel a little better today. My voice is scratched to hell and it hurts to swallow, breath, or talk. I’m blowing my nose every six seconds. I’ve got a cup of tea and my strength of will to try to feel better. Being sick is no fun and THIS time, of all times, I don’t need to just be lying around recovering. I need to keep looking for work and work on my writing sample and the like!