It is a troublesome day. I sit, alone at my workstation on a Saturday morning, attempting to restore my credibility at the office. I have been spending more time than usual in bed during normal working hours, with a fever. The fever passes daily at 5:00, and I feel refreshed and happy. The doctor seems to think that I have a nervous condition, which is preventing me from attending to my office duties. "Relax," he says, "just drink less coffee and try giving exercise a shot." So I took up jogging, only to be spotted by my boss one evening. "You don’t look so feverish to me." So here I am on Saturday trying to restore my credibility.
As I proudly glance over my completed work, I begin to imagine the reactions that my colleagues will provide during the first of the month presentations. I see their faces twist in disgust and hear the muffled sounds of laughter as I realize my reputation has not been renewed at all. My hands tremble and I notice that all I have accomplished is writing this stupid blog.
