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If we were having coffee I’d tell you it’s been another very busy week. It’s something that we should expect, since we work with the public and it’s before the holidays, but somehow, it always takes me by surprise.
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If we were having coffee, I’d complain to you about my hubby. He is so hard to shop for! He has very wide feet and is not exactly gentle on his shoes, so he is in constant need of new footwear…that means slippers too. Well, none of the ones we’ve got for him are wide enough for his duck-feet or dignified enough for him. So, I got these…
He didn’t like them.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that Little Leonard is still with the vet. They’re concerned about his eye and waiting to see how it heals. Poor little guy.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you I’m still sniffling and sneezing. That cold I had last week seems to like me because it refuses to leave.
Hey, did you just use my napkin? Hm…
A huge thanks to Eclectic Alli for hosting our coffee share. And to you, reader for reading!
If we were having coffee, I’d ask for a second. My head feels like a beehive and I can’t seem to focus. I think I might be sick…so it’s a good thing you’re on the other side of a computer screen. I don’t want you to catch it.
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If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that this week has been exhausting. It felt like a month-long instead of 5 days and the fact that my hubby was away for the weekend didn’t help my mood at all.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you I had the most bizarre experience yesterday. I was home, feeling sick with my two fur-balls (aka dogs) and I started to watch football.
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I can blame my illness on the fact that I suddenly wanted to watch the sport, I certainly haven’t ever watched it before when I was healthy, but the fact of the matter is that I watched the entire game…all two hours of it. Two. Hours.
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Obviously, I have some sort of mental disease.
A huge thanks to Eclectic Alli for hosting the Weekend Coffee Share. It’s one of those posts I really enjoy. Thanks for reading!
I’m sick but the nature of my day job is such that taking time off is difficult at best. So, ill or not, I went to work today.
Like many Canadians, I work with the public. They can be inspiringly beautiful people. They can also be crazy.
Today, I worked with one of the last kind. It’s funny because though customers might come in all sorts of ages, sizes and colours, the nutty sort always has one thing in common, they have tons to say.
This one was talking before they even met me and they didn’t get any quieter with time. The limits of my position didn’t seem to matter in the least to this particular person and they kept demanding things until I was running about like the proverbial headless chicken.
In my haste, I tripped over a desk and went flying into a chair. I landed on one leg with as much dignity as a hippo on ice. Nothing broken, I told myself and stood back up.
“Pain is a gift; you should offer it to God,” the client shouted from the counter.
There ought to be a law against Mondays.
P.S. Nope. I didn’t sneeze on him…but it was close.
I’m sick. I sound like a cross between a frog and a duck. And I don’t really breathe, I sniff air into my lungs. Ironically, I don’t feel that badly. My head hurts and I feel a little lightheaded but I don’t feel bad. Still, it’s pretty apparent that I look sick because my co-workers treat me like I have some sort of plague.
Now, I might have mentioned I work with the public…the young public. And sniff as I might, they are completely and innocently oblivious to my illness. Instead, they are even more demanding and loud than usual.
I can’t complain. There are people at work with vertigo issues that keeps them falling over and they can’t drive, there are those who are sick all the time, and there are those who struggle with sickness much more debilitating than a sniffle.
Still, you should have heard me trying to speak to my parents yesterday. Between my accent, the plugged nose, the fact that we weren’t speaking in English and my sneezes, I have no idea what I sounded like.
Be warned, gentle reader, this story doesn’t end well.
My hubby and I decided to share a sub for lunch and were heading to our usual coffee shop to do some work when I started to feel…slightly queasy.
By the time we got our coffee, I couldn’t drink it. When I tried the drink, I almost got sick. I gave up on the coffee and discovered that my lovely hubby was also nauseous. Time to head home.
I made it to the house before being sick. My husband didn’t.
I have no idea what was wrong with that sub. It tasted fine. But it’s going to be a while before I get a hankering for another one.