Friday, November 30, 2007
I'm home sick, with a fever.
I don't remember the last time I stayed home from work because I was sick.
I get colds, sinus infections, the usual seasonal bugs, but rarely bad enough to keep me down or home.
I'm pissed because for the last month I have been spraying my office, the adjoining office, the phones, and the air with Lysol. Right into the ceiling fans too! Spread that Lysol! I kid you not, I use fricken paper towels to open and close any office doors.
Why? (other than I'm a germophobe)
Remember him? Please, go back here and catch up with me. I'll wait ... really go look.
I'm not going to get Dooced for writing this. I WISH he'd read it.
For the last month he has been coughing, sneezing, horking, and snotting all over the place. I forbid him to use my phone. I spray down the fax and copy machines. I hide my pens when I am not at my desk so he doesn't pick them up if he happens to be in my office using the fax or copy machine. I have told him to take drugs, get to a doctor, wash your fucking hands for God's sake. Does he listen?
(aahh-chooooooo) Obviously not.
Sorry for the rant, but I feel better already for it.
Yippi-yi-yo-ki-yea ... I did it ... 30 days
No Mo Na Blo Po Fo Mo!