They are everywhere!

I regularly wipe my workspace with Lysol wipes because when I leave some random person or another will sit here and contaminate my area.  Yuck.  I'm also really good about washing my hands immediately after I sneeze or cough, or blow my nose ... or take a shit or piss.  As we all know not everyone follows those common universal rules.

So I'm sick.

I took Monday off in hopes that alot of rest and TLC would cure me.  It hasn't, but when it's you making yourself the chicken noodle soup it kind of defeats the purpose.

I blame the Gerbil and Chatty.  The Gerbil pranced around here the week before Thanksgiving vacation with a nasty cough - she claims it was pneumonia.  Then Chatty started a bit right before our holiday ... and these two just cough and sneeze and don't wash wash wash!

Or I could have picked it up off a shopping cart on Black Friday.  Eww.

Reminds me of the time I had to be a runny nose in a childrens play "You are sick, you are ill, take your medicine take your pill!"

Please someone, throw some of those pills this way.

So Gollum has now moved into the cubicle caddy corner to me.  Or the Gerbil is possessed, I'm not sure.

Another co-worker came to visit me from the other side, as we were talking the Gerbil started making odd squeaky hissing voices, and talking much like the pale ring obsessed one who was once named Sméagol.  We both kept glancing over with raised eyebrows ... my co-worker gave me a questioning look.  I just smiled and replied "Welcome to my world" ... then the Gerbil did it again and I just shook my head and said "Giving me more fodder for my cannon"

I'm not sure if she's talking to herself or the cubicle dweller on the other side of her wall ... in any case, she looks a bit crazy as she hiss whispers to her computer screen which currently is running MS Word.

I came back to lunch to hear the Gerbil squeaking much like Gus Gus from Cinderella.

She's still squeaking ...

But what she was squeaking about did make me laugh, she was mimicking Snide's contempt for those of us who don't turn in the original order of a PO to her before she receives the PO.  Apparently Chatty, the Gerbil, and I are notorious for this behavior and Snide makes sure to let us and anyone who actually cares to listen know.

I actually do it on purpose because I know it pisses her off.  As soon as I see her walking my direction and the first words coming out of her mouth are "I need the ..." I always cut her off and hand her the copy, which I have printed at my desk ... but haven't been assed to walk around the corner and hand her.

Good times.

Things have been dead here lately.

"If this was my career, I'd have to throw myself in front of a train ..."

I have data I could input, but after 10 or 15 minutes I get tired of trying to read everyone's sloppy handwriting.  Seriously, if you know someone has to read this shit, write coherently!

Thank god next week I only have to work 3 days.  This week is going by so slowly, probably because it was a 3 day weekend.

Did I tell you how someone stole my pen?  Well since I wrote "My drawer, don't open, not even for a pen" on a sticky note and stuck it to my drawer I haven't had a single pen go missing.  Maybe it's the inside note that reads "Get your own pen"  Well whatever it is, it's working.

God I hope I have some creamer for my coffee ... you tell someone once they can use some of yours and they think they can use it forever.

Yeah, the boss is here, I better look busy - not.