I came to work today.With a fever.
With a snotty nose.
With runny eyes.
With an attitude.
And with a WHIP. *CRACK*
I told Jack, "You will go to the doctor today. You will get drugs. You will get rid of these germs you keep passing through the offices that only you and I share."
I asked him if his wife and kids are sick. Nope, they aren't.
I told him my kids and friends aren't sick. Just me ... and him.
Nobody else at work is sick. Just us.
When I was done cracking the whip, I handed him my doctor's name and phone number and demanded he call while I stood there.
He goes in at 10:45.
Damn, I feel better already. Is it the power of the whip or the anticipation of getting rid of this bug once and for all?
