City life is great. I love the hustle and bustle; the smell of possibility. My ambition has a proper backdrop. My morning commute is great. Unfortunately there is a downside to public transportation that sometimes I turn a blind eye to because I’m just so gosh darn excited to be progressing in life.
Germs. The invisible filth of the human body that lathers the railings and seats of my beloved train cars. Kentucky had it’s own problems, year-round humidity, allergies, etc. But nothing compares to the aftermath of hundreds of train commuters touching every inch of their transportation. It’s even worse in rush hour when people are packed in like sardines. One sick individual ruins it for the rest be coughing or sneezing or farting. It’s very gross, but a necessary part of a progressive young person making their way in the big city.
The only way it’s worse, is if you’re that person. The embarrassing sniffle you desperately try to stifle before your face explodes on your seat-mate. Usually you would stay home, but you feel like you’ve worked from home too many days that week and feel determined to get better and work through the discomfort. You’re not technically contagious anymore, but the noises that emit from your body gross you out more than the people around you.
I’ve been sick a lot while in Chicago. Sure, I’ll build up immunity for a bit, but the fall is inevitable eventually. Having a work place that encourages working from home while sick is essential to any person growing their career. To all of those who are sick right now (conveniently at one of the most beautiful times of the year), hang in there. You might be going on no sleep, and all your plans have been cancelled, but it’ll get better.