Sick and Tired...and Sick.
I’m fighting a nasty head cold today – stupid Skippy Whitebread has been sick all week, but he’s not smart enough to stay home and get over it – no, he has to bring all of his germs to work and share them with us. Gee, thanks. Apparently misery DOES love company.
Skippy is one of those managers who seems to think that the world will totally collapse if he isn’t here. Last week he took a day off to attend his brother’s wedding, and he called each of us individually to give us his cell phone number (which we all already had, thanks to his obsessive/compulsive ways); then he e-mailed us from home and called at the end of the day to make sure “everything was okay.” We were tempted to tell him that Armageddon had started in his absence, but we knew he’d probably show up here in his tuxedo in a panic.
We’re a smart enough group, and if push comes to shove, I have no doubts in my mind that we could come up with a plan to get us through any bad situations. But poor old Skippy – he just doesn’t trust us. I’m sure a lot of it is indeed his OCD problem, but he refuses to take his meds any longer, so he gets nuttier by the day.
Oh, well.
Anyway, back to this head cold. I haven’t been sick in a long time – almost a year, in fact, since I was floored with the flu. I was a nice guy last year and gave up my annual flu shot, and then I paid the price big time. I was down & out for a solid week with the flu bug. So this year once they start offering the vaccinations, I’m getting one, no matter what. Screw being “nice”; I was sick as a dog! Since it doesn’t look like there’s going to be a flu shot shortage again this year, at least I won’t have to trample any old ladies to get one.
So now I’m full of Day-Quil caplets and water, and I’m about to go sit in a two-hour town hall meeting led by our President & CEO. God, I hope my pills last that long – otherwise it’ll be an ugly sneezing session.
So drink your O.J., kids, and get plenty of rest. And stay away from germ-infested managers, if you know what’s good for you.
Skippy is one of those managers who seems to think that the world will totally collapse if he isn’t here. Last week he took a day off to attend his brother’s wedding, and he called each of us individually to give us his cell phone number (which we all already had, thanks to his obsessive/compulsive ways); then he e-mailed us from home and called at the end of the day to make sure “everything was okay.” We were tempted to tell him that Armageddon had started in his absence, but we knew he’d probably show up here in his tuxedo in a panic.
We’re a smart enough group, and if push comes to shove, I have no doubts in my mind that we could come up with a plan to get us through any bad situations. But poor old Skippy – he just doesn’t trust us. I’m sure a lot of it is indeed his OCD problem, but he refuses to take his meds any longer, so he gets nuttier by the day.
Oh, well.
Anyway, back to this head cold. I haven’t been sick in a long time – almost a year, in fact, since I was floored with the flu. I was a nice guy last year and gave up my annual flu shot, and then I paid the price big time. I was down & out for a solid week with the flu bug. So this year once they start offering the vaccinations, I’m getting one, no matter what. Screw being “nice”; I was sick as a dog! Since it doesn’t look like there’s going to be a flu shot shortage again this year, at least I won’t have to trample any old ladies to get one.
So now I’m full of Day-Quil caplets and water, and I’m about to go sit in a two-hour town hall meeting led by our President & CEO. God, I hope my pills last that long – otherwise it’ll be an ugly sneezing session.
So drink your O.J., kids, and get plenty of rest. And stay away from germ-infested managers, if you know what’s good for you.
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