Thank you!
I definitely can't recommend spending 5 hours stacking shoe boxed sized boxes of crackers in the back of a lorry while your covid infection has changed from feeling blegh to feeling convincingly ill.
I kept trying to assess the risk of keeling over, fainting or puking while bending over, reaching up, and keeping up the bare minimum of small talk with my two colleagues.
We loaded 37 pallets with some 220 boxes each if I remember correctly, and I'm proud to say I didn't faint/puke/fall despite the dizzyness and nausea. I'm pretty sure my coworkers haven't noticed a thing, and I did a pretty good job if I may say so myself.
Still, had I known how ill I'd be I'd have called in sick.
(And before any of you wonder, I contacted the job agency on friday to inform them on my positive covid test, and they urged me to go in if I felt well enough. So I did.)
The friendly lady from the job agency called to ask how my first day went, so I told her I thought I did pretty well but it was hard because of being more ill than anticipated. She offered to find someone else for the same job on thursday just in case, and I'm happy with that, ill or not.
Tomorrow I'll have the interview for the 9 weeks of being a gully sucker, let's hope they'll take me and let's hope it will be more fun than this depressingly spending your workday in a container!
I'll disclose the covid from a distance, leaving them the choice of keeping distance or even staying outside.
Food was a bit of a struggle today. Early morning stress (catching bunnies in the garden in my bare bum and trying out a real job for the first time) and the initial physical work quickly spiked me to 9, and I misjudged the correction dose. More work kept me dropping so I forced down half a slice of LC bread and some winegums to prevent a hypo. Not fun if all food is very much yuck.
I spent the afternoon on the couch, covered in blankets and dogs, and had some crisps to prevent going low, but even the crisps tasted vile.
Seeing as I only ate one quarter of my cheese sandwich (which was actually the sandwich I brought to the festival on saturday but didn't eat), this seemed like an easy solution for an evening meal when not feeling like eating.

The sandwich had been quartered, so I deconstructed the pieces and reassembled with the butter on the outside and had 3/4 of a pan fried toastie. I fried two slices of the dried ham as well to add to the toastie, and had it with a mayo/mustard dipping sauce.
Not bad, only slightly burnt, and I managed to finish it all.
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