There was once a time when a sick day was a chance to watch bad daytime television and lay in bed. Here, without either being a real option, remaining home sick is not at all fun. Since I am the last of the four to have this bug, I get to experience the other side of the coin for the week. For the most part, I am feeling alright. However, since it is obviously something that has been passed on, I cannot go to the SJC and risk getting anybody else sick. Therefore, I am on a self-imposed quarantine. The other three were sick all of last week. With an improvement since yesterday, it is my hope to be back at work tomorrow. In a practical sense, I will plan for the possibility of missing the work week.
The two days from work have confirmed two things for me. First of which is that I despise taking time off for being sick. Missing any work means that I will have to play catch up. Here, that is not so much of a problem. Within an hour I can be completely up to speed after missing a week of work. Still, I do not like falling behind. The second is that I hate to be away from the SJC. Yes, the hours are nice, but I look forward to every day that I get to be there. With time, I have built a rapport with the children, parents and staff. My work is not exciting and the contribution I make is minimal at best; however, I am happiest when at the centre. I had a quarter point crisis of sorts in March. July has proven to be a sharp upswing for my morale. All in all, even sickness cannot dampen an overall joyous mood.