… but I absolutely HATE my office in the fall. That’s because by now, everybody’s used up all their sick time, so when they get the Death Plague, THEY COME IN ANYWAY! Wagging their germs behind them.
I, being isolated in my own little room very early in the morning, am usually safe from their diseases… but then I was stupid. The receptionist asked me to print something out from her computer Friday morning (yes, the computers are still so fucked up I couldn’t access the file from here)… and I did it.
I only remembered when I woke up basically zombified Monday morning — that bitch had been snottin’ and snortin’ around all week! And I touched her filthy keyboard AND her grody phone! So, yeah, I gave myself the plague, which pisses me off, ’cause I had plans this weekend and now everything’s up in the air!
Unless people just wanna come hang out with me while I sit on the toilet…