January 23, 2008
Virus-Induced Antiwork - If You're Infectious, Stay Home!I'm confined to base again with a case of the lergy - I seem to pick up just about every virus going these days. (Probably because I spend 3 hours a day locked in a metal cylinder about 100m underground crammed in with hundreds of commuters sneezing and coughing and spluttering all over me. D'ya think?)
While I'm not in much discomfort, I am highly infectious, my GP tells me, and wouldn't be doing anyone any favours by wafting my germs around on the tube for 2-3 hours, and then wafting them around some more in a building where thousands of other people work.
What a time to run out of tissues!
I am Typhoid Jason, figuratively speaking. The most sensible, most considerate thing I can do right now is quarantine myself in a room with a 40" full hi-def TV and a Yamaha semi-acoustic guitar until I'm fit for human contact again.
Of course, yesterday, after visiting my GP and being told to go home and rest, I dragged myself into the office for a design review that - it transpires - was actually not happening until later this week. (And it's been postponed until next week now, anyway.)
And by 4pm I was feeling distinctly less than 100%. After 90 minutes on the underground, I was ready for my bed. When I woke up this morning feeling bunged up and a bit headachy, I figured I'd better take my doctor's advice and stay put.
But, thanks to the miracle of Lemsip, I feel well enough to work. Just perhaps not well enough to travel. Hopefully by tomorrow I'll be back to my usual self. (For what that's worth.)
You're probably wondering why I'm telling you all this. Well, you might have picked up in earlier posts that I'm no fan of this dysfunctional puritanical work ethic that permeates the modern workplace. Yesterday I succumbed. I felt the need to show up at work. And in doing so, I probably passed my cold on to other people, which will cost them time and money to get over, just like it's cost me. In my attempt to be all macho and "professional", I've probably done more harm than good - let's call it anti-work.
I'm lucky, though. Some people seem to do anti-work pretty much exclusively. It's how they make their living. And other people make a living undoing the harm that the anti-workers do. As Tom Baker said in The City of Death - those two lines of work dovetail beautifully.
I should have used my brain, and resisted the temptation to "look busy" yesterday. I might not win any kudos for staying home with a cold, but it usually is the right thing to do. Nobody is so important that they can afford to put other people's health at risk just to get into work.
Not even me.
Posted 13 years, 1 month ago on January 23, 2008