The great thing about my job is that I have the most flexible schedule EVER.

 

If there's any reason I cannot make it to work--stuck in traffic, sick again, heading to a convention--all I have to do it call in, speak to a manager, and they will let me have a few days off.

 

Problem is, there's no insurance coverage.  And I took a pay-cut to get this job.  So I feel no small amount of dread when I find myself forced to make any calls to the managers for (what I view to be) unfortunately necessary reasons.  Because when I cannot make it to work, I cannot be paid for those days in question.

 

It's a fair system, given the circumstances.  And if I were only just sick or just heading to a convention, it wouldn't be such a big deal...

 

However, this Sunday, I had the supreme misfortune to find myself both sick... again... AND heading to a convention.

 

FanimeCon 2008, specifically.  Which was amazingly fun last year, and I fully intend for it to be so again.  But I have to travel ALL THE WAY to San Jose... while sick.  Recovering, but way too slowly.

 

Who knows?  I've been sick to varying degrees this week--from completely incapacitated to mild sniffly-ness.  Perhaps it will dissipate in the drier San Jose climate.  Perhaps someone will give me some exotic tea or alcohol to make my suffering increasingly more tolerable.  Perhaps I might even run into Dr. David Thorpe of SomethingAwful.com again, and perhaps inquire about opportunities to write content for their site on occasion...

 

...unless, of course, he's weirded out by my unusual appearance and freaks out like Jake Gyllenhaal did back in December.  Not that I would ever imply that Dr. Thorpe's constitution for otherworldly weirdness is any less than Mr. Gyllenhaal's, but spirits of vengeance tend to appear kind of imposing in public settings, especially when they periodically hack up golf-ball-sized chunks of phlegm.

 

My only hope is that my sinuses clear up today.  If not, chances are I'm going to be a very unhappy rager.  And, much as I tend to do decently-crafted rants when I'm not happy, I really don't want to harsh the mellows of the various cosplayers, vendors and other attendees at the convention.

 

Because, when I'm purchasing a dagger from the weapons-crafters, the LAST thing I want to do is appear to be pissed off.

 

This time, however, I will do my damnedest to take advantage of the free wi-fi at Fanime and try to update my readers.