I have the plague.
At least that's what they call it at work. Everyone has been sick over the past 3 weeks at work and now, obviously, it is my turn.
Bleh.
Losing your voice at work sucks, especially when you're trying to explain to a customer how to install a motherboard and processor, and about half the steps spoken are actually audible. It is also very difficult to imagine what things would be like around the place if I had absolutely no ability to answer the crazy amount of questions from co-workers.
So tonight after work I come home, load up on meds, food, water and march right upstairs to hibernate, when shortly thereafter I have a knock on my door..
"Hey, what medicine did you take?"
"The Orange stuff..."
"Yeah, that shit's been here since I moved in. It expired 06/03."
"Sure you're not reading it backwards?"
"Sure."
"Fuck. Well, hopefully I wake in a few hours."
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So yeah... moral of the story. Check cold and cough meds before attempting to fight the plague.
At least that's what they call it at work. Everyone has been sick over the past 3 weeks at work and now, obviously, it is my turn.
Bleh.
Losing your voice at work sucks, especially when you're trying to explain to a customer how to install a motherboard and processor, and about half the steps spoken are actually audible. It is also very difficult to imagine what things would be like around the place if I had absolutely no ability to answer the crazy amount of questions from co-workers.
So tonight after work I come home, load up on meds, food, water and march right upstairs to hibernate, when shortly thereafter I have a knock on my door..
"Hey, what medicine did you take?"
"The Orange stuff..."
"Yeah, that shit's been here since I moved in. It expired 06/03."
"Sure you're not reading it backwards?"
"Sure."
"Fuck. Well, hopefully I wake in a few hours."
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So yeah... moral of the story. Check cold and cough meds before attempting to fight the plague.