This is a short one, because I’m tired and mad. Hate on a motherfucker who insists on coming to work sick! I’ve got an illness set on slow-boil because one of my co-workers felt it was wiser to drag his infectious ass into work rather than stay home, where he’d only give his house plants the cold. Three days in a row he does this. I’ve been wondering why I wasn’t getting sick. Now I know, I was getting sick—slowly, but surely. I was up half the night, sweating so hard I thought I had pissed myself. Now I’m here at work, putting up with a long list of bullshit and all I want to do is go to bed. Have you ever seen the pictures from China and Japan of people wearing surgeon’s masks around town? They do that because they are sick and they don’t want to infect their friends, co-workers, strangers, etc. The Communists in China wear masks, but we’re all kinds of Socialist with our germs. They have better health care, too. Anyway, it’s Friday and I can look forward to spending the weekend sick. Thanks, Jeremy. I hate you.
