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An At-Work Sick Day

25 Apr

I am up to my eyeballs in tissues and I feel like crap. I wish I was writing this from my bed, a cup of chicken soup and a steaming mug of tea at my bedside, but I’m in my messy cubicle, wearing uncomfortable shoes.

I’ve officially decided that being sick at work is the worst. I’ve never had to come to this conclusion before, because I almost never get sick. When people are dropping like flies during flu season, I’m enjoying the brisk weather and a chap-free nose. So I really have no idea how I even got this cold–aside from the fact that it’s April and relatively warm out, I was home all weekend, away from the germs of the subway and city. I spent my weekend outside, breathing fresh air into my once phlegm-free lungs! But on the drive back to the city, it hit me, and I’ve been knocked out for three days!

All I want is sympathy…and some heavy-duty cold-syrup, but I’m getting neither. No one seems to care or even notice that I can’t breathe out of my nose and sound like a fog-horn every few minutes. Feel bad for me! Buy me some OJ and box of tissues! Tell me to take a sick day so I can say “I can’t” and then feel bad for me some more!

….Wow, sick people are annoying! I’m just going to sniffle my way to the store and buy myself some chicken soup before someone tells me to get over more than just a cold!


Time For A Break!

6 Apr

I always know when I need a break from the city when I want to punch my hand through a wall, consistently, for ten hours.  This has not been an especially good week–I locked myself out of my apartment, my drunken psychopath neighbor returned from whatever psych ward he was at and was cursing and ranting until the early hours, and I haven’t been able to get a seat on the subway all week! The one saving grace is that I’ve been blow drying my hair in the morning, and it looks great. But is it enough to keep me from getting into an angry brawl before the day is over?

Usually, city life doesn’t bother me, but when I know I’m going to be leaving, even just for the weekend, everything seems exaggerated. Yesterday, I rode the subway home and a woman was holding onto the bar, her arm level with my nose. Every time the train would lurch, her arm would hit me in the face. Yes, this would always be annoying, but last night I was two seconds away from punching her in the neck! I settled on glaring at her so intensely I had crow’s-feet by the time I got off the train!

Then there’s my insane neighbor. I have never seen this man, but he makes sure that everyone within a thirty block radius can hear his senseless ranting when the mood strikes. After a half hour of incessant obscenities and offensive drivel, I started banging on my wall, shouting “SHUT UP” at the top of my lungs. If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em, right? He either passed out or moved to another room, and my fury gave way to exhaustion and I slept like a rock!

And then there are the smokers, the slow walkers, the cell-phone addicts, the baby strollers–daily obstacles that, this week, seem to be hitting my last nerve. Of course, it will reach the climax tonight when I arrive at the hub of all misery, the headquarters for the world’s most annoying and oblivious people: The Port Authority Bus Terminal.  Thank God it’s Easter and Jesus is in a forgiving mood!