I arrived to work today at 7:59...I hate pulling it that close.
Walking into the greenhouse I caught up to my boss, Juan. "How are, you?" he asked.
"Tolerable," I scowled. I'm usually quite cheerful in the morning and ready to go but today I woke up with a tennis ball in my throat and all achy. I hate being sick. I hate how it slows you down.
"What are we doing today?" I asked.
"Planting," Juan replied.
"What a novel idea," I said dryly. Juan didn't understand what I meant by that since he only came to the U.S. about 15 years ago and doesn't understand what a lot of phrases mean.
"What?" he asked.
And I was stupid enough to repeat it. Not feeling good usually makes any sarcasm that comes to mind twice as bitter.
At 9:00 Chuck came into work. That man is going to drive me insane. He came in doing his whole celeb wave again. He's a huge guy and he walks down the aisle partly crouched over with ludicrous look on his face waving in slow motion and yelling hi to everyone. I think he might have been attention-deprived as a child.
On Friday he was across the greenhouse from me and talking to another worker there. And out of no where he began yelping and leaping in the air...
He also has a fascination of charging at people with carts at full speed.
I was in no mood to talk to anyone until about noon when my throat began to loosen up a little. My head hurt today too...I have a huge egg on the top of it and it hurts to brush my hair. So I decided to give that up for awhile.
I remembered earlier what that was from finally. But you might not believe me. The other day we were all in my mom's room and after a while I told everyone it was time to go out.
Talitha, whose three, dove back in and hid under my mom's bed. So I went after here and the little Snippet got to the other side and escaped before I was halfway under. On coming up I forgot I had a head and smashed it into the metal bar full force.
I have regained almost all my old happy self as of now...shesh I hate being sick.
And I hate it when people complain about being sick.
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I. Love. Chuck.
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