Urgh. I woke up this morning to find my innards were rotting, and spent the entire day in various states of feeling ill. I blame my coworkers, who seem to be rotating sick days lately, and my hermetically sealed office.

As the guy who usually deals with mail in the morning is on vacation, I volunteered to help out in the mornings. It’s amazing how much work you can get done when you bother to wake up before 8:00 am. Waking up was rather painful, however…I don’t know if the tradeoff was worth it.

We had an office meeting today, where word was handed down that my coworkers actually did make their bonus. This bonus was the last one the office was going to have, from what we had last heard; today we heard that the bonus lives on. I later stated my position on the subject to Marin in two words: Good Damn. [This is one of the many Engrish cuss words that one of the other teachers uses in Great Teacher Onizuka, a hilarious manga series.]

The new wrinkle, that convinced my coworkers to give it another chance? This time, the bonus period ends every month! That’s right! That’s it!

I guess they think they can keep up, if they’re forced to run forever. It’s too bad that, to (try to) make their bonus, my coworkers are all-too-willing to forego any other not-bonus-requirement work that might still matter in the overall picture. Ah well; it’s not my problem at the end of the day.

Also amusing was watching Marin discover that the foil to my competence, support-person Debbie, had once again screwed up a setting in the program we use. I still don’t know why my boss gives Debbie the trust he does.

Despite my impending illness and the work-related setbacks, today was still a pleasant day. The weather itself was a saving grace: outside was pleasantly warm, and the whole town was remarkably calm. At lunch, Marin and I stopped by the Clinic to pick up a prescription for Dad; while Marin went to get the drugs, I wandered towards the hospital to try and find a mailbox (Marin needs her PS2 rebate, you see). Turns out there actually is a mailbox in the medical complex—but it’s on the other side of the Neville Building, and across the street from the main entrance to Good Sam. Anyway, my point: I had a nice, short-but-not-too-short, walk in the lazy Corvallis sun, and it was wonderful. (I think that’s the only thing that stopped me from attaining my fetal position destiny this evening.) I usually miss these experiences, what with working most afternoons.

Eh, I’m probably rambling on too much about too little tonight. Guess I’ll get some sleep and hope that I’m not dead by morning. If you want actual entertainment, you might check out this extra-early review of Star Wars III. If you want even more entertainment, then have a look at this brilliant disguise.