I'm allergic to work

Not just in the sense that my life feels like it could be so much better spent, than working for a bigoted, antiquated, clique-ridden set-up, but quite literally allergic to the place itself.

In the six months that I have worked on the farm, I have had a constant sore throat, a snotty nose, a chest that rattles like a lobster cage and a head stuffed with fluff.

Not once (derrrrrrr!) has it occurred to me that I am constantly sitting in a layer of hay, straw, shavings and feed dust.

With just a few days away from the place, I can feel it all clearing.

I should have realised that all was not well. I'm not a sickly kid, and generally get 2 colds a year (summer and winter varieties) that NEVER result in my chest and throat feeling like they have a cluster of oysters residing in them.

This is good news to actually identify this thing, but not so good for the CV or the equilibrum.

Six months doesn't look good, and I hate the whole load of poo that comes with leaving a job, letting people down, explaining to new employers......it really is a bit rubbish.

But I really have to also consider the fact that I'm really not happy to imagine myself in such a backwater shithole for the rest of my days, where email and accounting packages are considered devils work! Feels too much like getting left behind.

So, here we go again.

I've already applied somewhere else and if all else fails, will just keep on until I can find something that isn't going to give me asthma, ulcers or severe depression!

I'm sure someone once mentioned that I was a "princess", and I'm just wondering when the whole princessing deal will start and I can just flounce around in fine fabrics, sipping expensive, chilled beverages. And we can put all this silly talk of 'work' to one side..............