The common cold — what a bloody pain in the neck it is. Well, not exactly. What a bloody pain in the throat, sinuses and nasal passages it is. (Less poetic, but more accurate. Because “bloody pain in the neck” is poetic, right?)
But it isn’t without its advantages. My latest one had me so exhausted I could sleep for twelve hours straight at night, and still want to sleep again in the afternoon. Where is the advantage, you ask? Well, when else will you get to sleep so much and not feel an ounce of guilt? When else will you be able to call sleep the most important thing in your life and not have people laugh at you? When else will you go so many days with zero exercise and not feel guilty? (As you can see, my life is ruled by guilt.) When else will you go through a yoga class and feel that it was an accomplishment?
Hopefully your cold will never reach the “massively sore throat and coughing it to shreds” stage, because even I am hard-pressed to think of the advantages of that, but while it lasts your colleagues will likely be nicer to you — letting you sit quietly in meetings instead of ~participating~ and even suggesting you go home early (no really).