Isn't it ironic?

The sleepless nights and working overtime have done their job - a day before the whole festival is supposed to start, I am in bed with a nasty cold, and no perspective of either getting well quickly or taking time off from work (as my job title states, I'm supposed to be there coordinating).
I guess no chance of coordinating from my bed, is there?
And the most amusing thing is that I am well on the way to losing my voice at the beginning of an international mime festival.
Get it?