Just Set Up the Chairs

This morning when I came in to work, I sounded like Benson from Regular Show… just exasperated beyond belief, but not because anyone had done anything to me. I am beginning a marvelous cold, and there is just nothing like not being sick enough to go home, yet sick enough to make you feel like dog crap on cement during a Houston summer. I’m making it through ok, but I forgot my decongestant and my nose spray. I did remember cough drops, though. That is the one miracle in the middle of the misery. I am taking care of myself so I don’t lose my voice, but that’s usually what’s next on the common cold roster. In moments like this, I take only the advice of Dr. Richard Stasney, voice specialist for Houston Grand Opera: “drink water til’ you pee pale.”

Maybe a little lemon to take the phlegm off your vocal chords, but whatever.

I have to go back to work soon, because my lunch will be over. Then, it’s back to the grind with me as I struggle to talk on the phone without giving them my best Debra Winger voice.

Listen, I know that this entry is just basically a crapload about how I don’t want to be at work, but I am so out of it that no one should trust me with anything as important as setting up the chairs.