Good symptoms, bad symptoms

[susanreads]

Yesterday I was signing on, and the woman processing me had a couple of printouts of jobs somebody behind the scenes had told her to tell me to apply for (which they've started doing recently), and the one on top was Telephone Sales, which is right at the top of my Hell No list. So I went into my semi-prepared spiel about how nobody with an ounce of sense would employ me to do (insert telephone-related job here), because of this and that and it helps if you can speak for more than two minutes without coughing (cough on cue) and also etc.; but my voice was breaking up! and doing its familiar tricks of (in other circumstances) badness.

So instead of the expected "Your voice sounds all right to me" and pooh-poohing the rest of my issues with phone work, ending up with me applying for jobs I know I can't do, she cancelled that one and the next one, which involves taking people's details over the phone. Result!

(Well, a result would be if people advertised office jobs that didn't rely so much on the phone, OMG have they not heard of email? But in terms of getting out of the Jobcentre without more unnecessary stress, check.)

... Then when I was at a Halloween party in the evening, my joints started playing up in a major way, which they're still playing up, ow.