i am forcing down the obligatory sick food... chicken noodle soup and a can of ginger ale (tea and toast can also be considered sick food too - just, not for my lunch at the office today)
sorry for whining about the flu/sicky thing over the past couple of days... not very giggly.
have "non-drowsy" theraflu coursing through my veins as we speak... alas, i still am coughing (and quite possibly annoying the eff out of my co-workers who sit near me... it's one fo those every minute and 45 seconds non-productive dry coughs... hell, i know that I am annoyed by it...)
since i work in a "bullpen" open area with 30 others (no walls) i suppose passing out and sleeping at me desk is NOT an option at the moment...
speaking of sleep... bastards on the effing train... there's these 4 men who are on the RRE every day and they sit in the same seat (yes. you may say, then steer clear of them... but these are the least of the riff-raff) anyway, today they were their usual loud-mouthed selves --- maybe since i am snarly, it seemed as if they were moreso...
i SO wanted to go over and reach behind the one guys ear searching for something then say, "where the hell is the volume control on this son of a bitch"
but i didn't. *sigh*
then the conductor (mike) who has ADD in my opinion and is just as - if not more - loud sits down with them for 45 frigging minutes and all the while as he's yapping away, he's got his handful of train tickets that he shuffles like cards, the noisy flipping with the thumb sort of shuffling... FORTY FIVE FRIGGING MINUTES OF ZZZZZZIP ZZZZZZIP ZZZZZZZZIP...
kill me...
oh, and not to mention the guy across the way from me and perfume cat urine woman, well he was clipping his nails... CLICK..... CLICK....CLICK... you would think that he has 7 hands the amount of clicking going on...
