fever and the job fair

I am sick again. AGAIN!! I AM SICK AGAIN!!!! I. Am. Sick. Again. Do I HAVE an immune system?! Clearly that informational Disney filmstrip about good-guy blood cells battling bad-guy germs with Jiminy Cricket narrating was complete bullshit. Where are the blobby heroes fighting for MY good health? Answer me that, Cricket. Maybe they stayed behind in Vegas to party with sweet blob babes. And the germ blobs hitched a free ride back to Portland, with my hot bod as a vessel. They’re all, “Whoa! I can’t believe how empty this place is this time of year! There’s so much room to swing our hammers and use our claws! Let’s go up to the top floor and get a fever going up in here! Let’s get it nice and hot!” Fucking party germs. I have a fever and a sore throat that is worse than any sore throat I have ever had. This is the truth. I left work early on Monday, and didn’t go in at all today, despite the fact that I am supposed to be starting my student teaching this week. Brutal.
Yesterday I couldn’t stay in bed all day listening to NPR and trying not to swallow. Nope- yesterday was the long awaited Job Fair at the convention center. Whoop whoop. I jammed myself into my suit, panty hose, and kitten heels, slathered makeup all over my pasty face, and plastered on a smile. Oh god. It took my four hours to realize the booths were organized alphabetically. I met with about 13 districts, and I’m pretty sure they all wrote “feverish” on my resume as I walked away. Well, maybe it worked to my benefit. Maybe the district reps were like, “Wow! That young lady is PASSIONATE about teaching! She was positively GLOWING when she talked ad nauseam about child-centered learning environments. Let’s hire her RIGHT NOW!!” Okay, maybe not.
Sigh. I guess I knew I would blow it at the job fair anyway. At least now I can blame it on sickness.
I’ll post a photo of me in my suit as soon as Mikey emails it to me.
It took my two days to write this stupid post. I’m going back to bed.