Sick Day

I'm sick.

Pretty gacky sick, to be honest.

So it's been me and my new best friend, Mr Pepto Bismol for the better part of two days now. It's pretty miserable, actually. And to reference my last post - it's one of those days when you wish your mom was there to pour ginger ale, warm you some soup, run out for saltine crackers and make sure you don't leave the sofa, except to use the bathroom.

But in the midst of my stomach trapeze act, I am warmed by a single thought - like a handmade quilt...

I am not at the Cube Farm.

I would rather groan on the sofa with Immodium and Chamomile tea than to sit at my cubicle and watch the big dog pace back and forth, checking for chairs that are not completely pushed in. (yes, I ended that sentence with a preposition. I'm sick, dammit, cut me some slack)

Anyway, I am going back to curling up on the couch and clutching my Pepto and drifting off into sweet dreams of far off lands without cubes. Where workers roam free through the fields of offices with doors and hour-long lunches. And in the background - no buzzing of florescent lighting or bells dinging to announce when you can get up from your seat. No - there will be music (hell, even musack) and days filled with the dream of meaningful work.

Zzzzzz......