Waiting for Flangers

I made it through work, when I got to work I wasn't sure I could do my job anymore but I did, and its ok. I talked it through with my manager, cried (gah. pathetic) and carried on, while my cold became progressively worse as the day went on. If I was a bloke this would be man flu.

The best thing about today was that it was my friend Flangers' last day in a job where she was treated really badly, shiny new job starts in 2 weeks after a nice holiday. We met at the pub for a pint or two to celebrate.