I got my flu shot yesterday.
This is a sign that I am happy.
When I was in Jerusalem, our consulate nurse sent notice after notice to get everyone to come get their flu shot. They were free.
So she came to each of our offices, flu shots in tow. I again politely declined.
She tried to figure out my reasons.
"Are you afraid of needles?"
"Not at all. I used to give blood regularly."
"Are you afraid of getting sick?"
"Not at all."
"Afraid of the pain?"
"So why won't you get the shot?"
"Because I hate my job."
Yes, I assured her, I hated what I was doing enough to risk getting sick for two weeks. And I have had the flu before, once. I knew what I was risking.
Luckily, I didn't get sick. Even more fortunate, I landed in a good job back in DC (have I said before how much I LOVE INR? Because I do. Seriously. Awesome bureau! It is the reason I am still a diplomat).
And now I get my shot every year. Not just because I don't want to get sick. But because I am glad I waited it out. I am glad I stayed with it. No way would I want to miss two weeks of work.
Because even when my job is hard, it is cool. Cool to get to serve. Cool to get to be paid for what I do.
Too cool to risk getting the flu to avoid.