Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Save me

My office officially sounds like the sick ward of a prisoner of war camp. The sounds of wet, hacking coughs and gut-busting sneezes and tissue-rending nose blows seem to emerge from the ethers on all sides. There are moans that make me think someone has had a leg amputated. And closing my door is an exercise in futility, because all the air from the vents is recirculated anyhow.

If I don't make it, tell my family I... *hack*

1 comment:

Rachel W said...

Thank God I don't sit on the 20th floor. Mwa ha ha.

Just as I typed that, a certain partner who will remain nameless started doing his disgusting hacking thing. Never mind.