� Some Sites I like � I'm reading |
Feeling Fluey In case you're wondering what happened, I am not dead. I have that fun flu from work again. I also shared it with Dan, my boss, and countless others. So, if you don't see regular updates until Monday, that's what is going on. Yesterday, I managed to get groceries, come home, and sleep 12 hours. Today, I'm trying to work on some of my sales proposals. The Dayquil kicks major ass, and I should've brought more of it to work. I tend to perfer to let my body fight off infections, but when my lymph nodes swell to the size of walnuts within an eight hour day, I probably should consider chemical means, eh? Dan's still stuck in the chilly phase of this flu. I'm usually hovering between coughing and sweating to death. I took the Dayquil this morning, but it must have worn off when I got in the office. Sweating through three layers of clothing in a 70 degree office is always fun, especially when you KNOW you put deorderant on earlier that day. (Thank God for my female coworkers who stock our bathroom with lotion. Its not the best, but it works in a pinch.) As for work, heh, I managed to survive an eight hour day. Granted, my boss had trouble getting out of the office, so we didn't hit the road until 10:30am, but overall I survived. I also have two proposals for tomorrow, and one residential I did today. None of them are major money, except the condos but we've got to wean them from weekly service, but it all adds up in the end. Forty bucks here, thirty bucks there, a couple hundred over there, will soon pile up to something good, assuming my proposals and style find favor with my clients. Speaking of which, its SUPER fun to be cold calling when you've got the flu. I've been using hand sanitizer and washing frequently, but when its questionable I'm trying to avoid shaking hands. I don't want to be rude, but I'm sure they don't want any variation of this fun stuff. Its also SUPER fun to have your right hip spasm on you while driving. Had that today too. It always happens between traffic lights too, leaving me to try and stretch it without getting killed. Usually, I just clench my teeth, yell obscenities, and hope nobody can hear me. I probably sound like a bad case of Turrettes when that's going on. Free warning if you ever see me driving around. Off to go plate the car. Daphne |