Typical.

I’ve felt a little off-color all morning. Though I rarely suffer from allergies, I assumed that’s what it was. I sneezed my way to work, sneezed up and down the hallway, and have since been sitting at my desk in a bleary-eyed stupor. About an hour ago my chest started burning like I’m puffing on brimstone — again, not much of a shocker there; I am, after all, a smoker. But then my throat started to hurt a bit, so I sneezed off to the medic station to get a lozenge. The nurse on duty, quite bluntly, tells me that I look like shit. She sticks a little tape-like thermometer in my mouth and it turns out I’m running a nice, steady 102.6 temperature.

Just in time for a new SoCal heat wave.

What makes it all the more lovely is that I can’t leave. I’m the only manager here today and someone needs to do the goddamn reports.