I should have stayed home yesterday. I'd been on and off the throne for around 12 hours and given things had slowed down a bit overnight I decided that I'd attempt to get to work because I'd set up a few meetings that I didn't want to postpone. Let me just say that sharting isn't fun and I thought that it would be safer to drive in than catch the train so that in the event that the urge to purge hit me mid way I'd have the chance to make a quick stop and dash for the dunny [yes that word again].
Not only had I been on the crapper more than I care to, but my lady was also crook and expelling stuff from the opposite end to me.
After an hour and a half of battling traffic, proving that I generally make the right decision catching a train and tram and reading a book, I arrived at work. Now we are currently still negotiating our lease of these premises so we are at the mercy of the people who share the building with us because they are the ones with the keys. Normally someone is there at around 8:15 am but yesterday they didn't arrive until 9. I walked...taking my mind off the churning of the gut and wishing to hell that they would hurry up before it became very embarrasing.
We got inside and on hooking up our laptops found our network down and we were without access to the internet and emails, which these days is a big deal. Then as we sat down to work one of my colleagues received a phone call telling him that a mate had dropped dead. But the day got better after that, as did my gut, thankfully.
So some days are better than others and I've learnt that it is all about context, an upset tummy isn't as bad as carking, and a delay in connecting on line isn't the end of the world. And here's a clip from Louis C K that does talk about context.