February 6, 2002
The unseen foresight of a career divorce

My eyes are fogged, my nose is closed—my throat hurts, and my breath probably stinks! Aspirin doesn’t cure the pain, but I do have a bottle of Gatorade. Please let me just go! I know for sure, I didn’t ask for this cold. Some see sickness as the easiest way to ask for a day off—my view is that of the job attacking “me.” Something has weakened me! I shall place blame on those who’ve made me their slave.