This morning I went into work suffering not only Mondayitis, but also the flu (still). I had dragged myself in there after the weekend purely because I know I had a lot of work to do. For the first two hours, I was greeted by my colleagues with the following comments:
Wow, what's wrong with you?
You look like shit!
Don't come near me!
Way to make someone feel good about themselves!
So I upped and left the joint, and returned home, stopping along the way to drop another $40 at the chemist buying more vitamins, tablets and tissues. If anyone has felt some sort of benefit from my continued sickness, it would be the local chemist. They've made a whack of profit from me.