I came back from Sweden

I came back from Sweden (I finished my business assignment for my previous company) yesterday evening. I will remember this flight as a “cold” one. I never in my life before was surrounded by so many coughing people. A guy in front of me violently pushed back his seat that I almost heard the cracking of the chair and could see every straw of his oily hair. He had a persistent cough, which he never tried to execute on discreet way, and with every round of his cough I felt it in my face. In addition he did fart as well… disgusting. The couple behind me had cold as well and I got a little here and there from my neighbor on the right side. The whole plane was coughing and it was so cold inside (even though I was warm clad and had a blanket) that I shivered during 9,5 hours. When I landed in Atlanta, I got such a high fever that I couldn’t see the number of my next flight on the monitors; I couldn’t eat and everything was foggy.

Fort Lauderdale met me with its hot air, but I kept my clothes due to the rising fever. When I got home, I went to bed at 8 o’clock; after all I haven’t been sleeping 24 hours, and wake up this morning from the high heels shoes noise of my neighbor above at 9 o’clock.

Status: fiver- high, nose – stuffy and runny, throat- sore. A number of emails in my “searching for new job” in-box is 67 and eight missed calls from the different job agency. I need to go through all this mess as soon as possible; Americans don’t like to wait.

And here I am, sick and unemployed, giving a try to the next round of settling my life here.