Don’t Bother Coming Back

The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.

My boss at CMGI didn’t like me. That was plain and simple. I think at first he was willing to give me a try, but after a while I just came across like a pompous college kid (which I probably was, to some extent). So, it shouldn’t have surprised me when I called in to say I couldn’t come in one day because of Mono and then the temp agency called me back and said not to bother coming back once I was better. I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was.

I don’t know who gave me Mono, but I certainly don’t think it was Stef because she didn’t have any symptoms and she never did get sick later on either. I hadn’t been kissing anyone else either. I don’t know where it came from but I went to my doctor and I had a blood test and I had Mono.

I called in to the people at Office Specialists, the temp agency I’d been working with, to tell them. I don’t know if it was that day or a couple days later, but basically they ended up telling me I didn’t need to come back. They didn’t want me there. I had enough money to last me the two weeks left till school started, but I wasn’t very happy about the predicament I’d been put in.

Aside from losing the job the whole Mono thing caused an additional problem. Angela had recently found out she was pregnant and since Stef was living at her house that summer, it meant I was around a lot. Once they found out I had Mono they didn’t want me around so much. They knew it probably wouldn’t hurt Angela or the baby, but I don’t blame them for wanting to be safe. Stef came to my parents’ house for the final two weeks of the summer.

And that’s about that. I was sick for a couple of days but then I had a couple of weeks off to just prepare for school and looking back on it, I suppose it was a bit of a blessing in disguise.