"I won't put my hands up and surrender"

My life is producing strange twists and turns. On Friday we had a meeting about this whole entrepreneur thing and it turned out that I should earn almost the double of my current income to cope with all the taxes. They made a real fuss about the whole thing. It was organized like a big conference with a cloakroom, a projector, handouts, a registration sheet, and mini sandwiches. It was supposed to be "wow, how cool this company is," but what I felt was more like "come on, are you trying to buy me in, it's just so ridiculous." And it is.
I sent Miss Bossy an email demanding some information on what other options I have, but as usual she told me to go in. It's the last day of January, I have to hand in my invoice in three days, and all she can say is to go in and talk it through. Tell you what? Give me my January wages and I'm gone for good.
Ironically, I'm having some bad cough and a swollen throat. Some viral stuff. It started with my boyfriend, and I guess I got it from him, with the help of a bit of stress. On Saturday we had a grand concert event, which means we auditioned for about 2 hours, then played for 2 more hours. Imagine sitting in the spotlight in a dark green coat buttoned up to your neck, while you're trying to hold back your cough. I made it through the concert but felt my temperature rise, and when I got home it turned out that I was over 38 degrees.
The doctor told me to take this week off and take things easy, and for once I took her advice. So I'm not going to work for an entire week, which means yet another week with zero income, but I don't mind it because now I have time for myself and for finding a new job. And that's what I'm going to do. In the meantime I'm working a bit on my intern job, and yesterday we went to the theatre. Don't judge me, we just couldn't exchange the tickets and my boyfriend all but begged me to go. I hope I didn't infect a theatreful of people.

P.S. Finally I bought a bar of chocolate and a set of fake pearl earrings for my sister-in-law. (He-he, I wrote in-love at first.) She was both happy and embarrassed but now I'm in peace with myself (and her). And ready to move on.