It turns out that not only did my contracting job “abruptly” end due to some weird contracting voodoo magic involving soul-sourcing, but I managed to catch the plague too. And what did I do with my newfound abundance of sick leave?
I played Civ5. Non-stop. In my flannel pants. And I loved it. Until I had to stop and take care of the dog, where it become more difficult to ignore the blatant malaise of illness shining its Bat-Signal into my brain.
A derivative of this plague forced my fiancé to stay home for a few days. She was hit harder than me, for sure, but for whatever reason, I managed to avoid the worst the plague. On a scale of 1 to 7, where 2 is “I’ve got a cold or something, but I’m still gonna run,” I’d give this illness a 3 to 3.5. Essentially, it’s the perfect excuse to take sick leave (if you have it and/or you’re employed) and play civ5 all day.
Why do I often play civ5 when I’m ill? Probably because it’s just complex enough to keep me entertained during a self-imposed quarantine without requiring the exertion of too much effort. Depending on the illness (plague)*, on any given day of sick leave I fall somewhere along this continuum, often near the middle –
Sleep –> Netflix or Amazon or Google Play Marathon –> Civ5 –> Reading/Writing–> Working
I’d like to say I’m going to go play some more civ5, but I’m not. At least, not before I spend some time looking for a few jobs. Thus, with about 50 turns remaining in the game, it’ll be interesting to see if the Americans can invade the Portuguese while keeping the French and Aztecs in check!
*On a scale of 1 to 7, where a 1 is “just a little sick, like allergies or something,” if I rate an illness as one, I’m probably doing work. If it’s a 7, I’m probably asleep, or wishing I were asleep.