March 14, 2006
Shortest. Workday. Ever.
Well, that was a waste of a shower.
Ack! I used my $23 conditioner this morning, too! Dammit!
Yeah, I'm home sick. Felt fine when I went into work. Twenty minutes later, I was praying to God, Please don't let me blow chunks at my desk.
There was no gradual, Hmmm, I feel weird. It was very sudden -- nausea, light-headedness, and that freaky thing where your body is freezing then sweating then freezing then sweating. I hate that.
Now, our office takes up half of one floor of a building, so it's very loooooooooooooooong and narrow. The lobby is smack dab in the middle of the office, and the bathroom is outside the lobby doors.
My cubicle is at the furthest possible location from the lobby, and thus, the bathroom. I walked there briskly, praying to God, Please don't let me blow chunks before I get there. I don't wanna have to use someone else's garbage can.
Thank God, the feeling subsided after I stood in the stall for a while. Cuz the last thing I wanna do is stick my head where a thousand people have had their asses.
I went into my boss' office and told him, "I know I just got there, but I'm going home. I felt fine until fifteen minutes ago, and now I'm all light-headed and nauseous."
He goes, "Same thing with my daughter this morning! She was getting ready for school, when all of a sudden, she got light-headed and nauseous. So she went back to bed."
"That sounds like a great idea."
Damn. I really liked my outfit this morning, too. Waste of a perfectly good outfit. Oh, screw it, I'll just wear it again tomorrow. It's not like I was seen by more than half a dozen people!
My outfit now? Well, as you know, the rule about sick clothes is that they are worn for comfort ONLY, and fashion matters not a whit.
Blue knee socks; aqua, capri-length, Hello Kitty pajama pants; Happy Bunny t-shirt; grey sweatshirt with my company's logo on it. I am a vision, truly.
I've slept for three hours, but I'm still yucky. I don't think the soup and Girl Scout cookies helped much. I think I'll go back to sleep. Hopefully, I'll return tomorrow, my usual perky self.
Heh.
Comments
Uh. Yeah. Okay....don't breathe on me, m'kay?
Posted by: Queen of Ass at March 14, 2006 03:31 PM
"There was no gradual, Hmmm, I feel weird. It was very sudden -- nausea, light-headedness, and that freaky thing where your body is freezing then sweating then freezing then sweating. I hate that."
As a medical professional (ha!!) I have to tell you these are all signs that it is time to lay off the heroine.
Posted by: matt at March 14, 2006 07:14 PM
eeek hope you feel better. I hate it when I look good, and then something happens like my period or blowing chunks....
only we women think about how pissed that we wasted a good outfit. God, I love being a woman!
Posted by: Michele at March 14, 2006 11:47 PM
Poor Wenchie! Get well soon.
Posted by: Mickey at March 15, 2006 01:56 AM
I'm so proud you're using that conditioner! (Yes all of you, it's MY DOING.) Is that not The Shit or what? Told you you'd get hooked.
Smells pretty damn good too.
Hope you're feeling better honey. You aren't knocked up, are you? (cuz it sounds suspicious)
Posted by: Scarlett Cyn at March 15, 2006 11:13 PM
I'm not sure whether to be frightened at the thought of Wenchie reproducing. Actually, I think I'm more frightened at the thought of a combo of Wenchie and Mr. Drillbit...
Posted by: Homidus Corax Celticus at March 16, 2006 08:02 AM