Bridzilla Businessmen, Aughra, and the common cold
I thought my immune system was rock solid, no germ could penetrate it…how foolish to think that working in libraries for seven years would make me untouchable. I have been over taken by the common cold and I loath it with all my being. It all started on Thursday while at work. It was an average day, patrons coming and going, a few annoying teenagers, and a crazy, rambling woman who looked like Aughra.
Close resemblance to library patron
Though this is an obvious highlight (though a somewhat terrifying one) to the day, all was not made of sunshine and Dark Crystal muppet look a likes. As the day progressed my throat began to feel somewhat scratchy and I was developing a headache. Things that were usually slightly annoying now became intolerable (giggling girls) and so I sat on the floor behind the desk putting GST stickers on books allowing dear Ben to take care of all the patron’s extraneous internet needs. When I finally got home I passed out only to feel even worse the next morning. I attempted to remain immobile for the day, but the unfortunate reality of my life is that when I’m not at work or class I need to run errands. Hence I went to the Farmers market, Service Repro., the mall, and pet supplies plus while all I really wanted to do was lay back and let someone take care of me. Another annoyance if you are a single person who doesn’t live with their parents you are required to take care of your own sick self, no one to make you soup or tea, but yourself. Very unfair.
This morning I woke up to a pile of dirty dishes in my sink. They were there yesterday, but I was so absorbed in my misery that I didn’t pay them any particular attention. I feel better today, making my more coherent self take notice and be disgusted by the food particles clinging to the plates in the sink, but still to exhausted to bother doing them. I’m also at work all day, a nice 8-hour shift to make me feel just chipper about my fifty-million snot rags littering the waste bin. I could have called in sick, but I cannot afford it and I’m functional enough to sit at a desk and print off papers for our Internet People. How can one person have this much snot in them? Seriously, I think I’m just sneezing out my brains or something, because it doesn’t stop.
Today just got lovelier when I had a arrogant businessman come in wanting to fax an exhorbant amount of pages. I tried to get him to go to Kinkos “I don’t have time,” I tried to tell him I needed to clear it with my supervisor, “I don’t have time I’m going to go pay with my credit card” and I was too tired to put up a decent fight. Thus I am faxing 74 pages of bridal registrations. Screw you Bridal Expo.
