Beginning of the journal of the journalist next door

Its my first day at work after a week of rest or do I say recovery. Trust me I was completely defenceless before the flu that had me through the previous week and I get to the office and people are either steering at me or asking me what I brought back from my trip. Really? Its only in this part of the world that people don't bother about other people's welfare. Let me take u down a little bit of history so you'll understand where am coming from. We are 15 permanent personnel and 3 interns, a total of 18 in my office. Only 2 sort me and called or visited while I was away. Lesson: humans fail but God doesn't/won't. So, I enter the office and the rants heighten. Some of where have you been, others of what did you bring, only my boss' tone differed. It was one of how are you now? Well rested? Fully recovered? I was grateful for that. So as the voices continued to sting my already flu affected head I almost lost my cool and began explaining how unkind they had been to me. You trust now, apologies started reigning through from all corners as I remember. Wait a minute, did I mention earlier that it was a boring day from the start? My schedule was clear, rounded up compilation and editing of script for our next major production...I was bored stiff. I started to feel drowsy, an unpleasant aftermath of the flu...don't know about you but that's how it makes me feel. So I reached for a chair, slipped in and stretched my bulk in an upright position. My eyes shut and from that minute my peace was stolen as countless people walked by and shook me back to reality repeatedly, springing up slight headache and I asked myself where I had gone wring and how insensitive people could be. I mean, for one who just recovered, the system could be a bit slow and the body demand some rest. Seriously, I didn't know the minute I sprang up and expressed my displeasure...I had to ask if they had ever seen me like that before and why I didn't deserve a short break from my already bored and activity-less state. Don't get it wrong o...activities were on going at the establishment but not my Unit. It was a pretty solemn Monday for me. But I soon got my groove back on return home as I had to return to my routine of feeding my family and I before retiring to bed. Other than those, I'd say the day was rather quiet and uneventful. Anxiously waiting for tomorrow though...I have an exciting activity already scheduled. Chao