So I'm getting sick. I feel it. My face is flushed and warm, I've been sleeping ten hours a night, my throat is horribly sore, I'm congested.

And you know who I blame?

My boss, for one. He's the type that has deluded himself into believing that his presence is soooooo important to keeping this place afloat that he drags his sick ass to work, sits next to me in unimportant meetings wearing a PARKA and shivering, sneezes and coughs everywhere, and generally drags himself around looking like death.

There's an attorney that sits on the other side of my cube wall with the same sense of self importance. I just want to scream, "A FLEA COULD DO YOUR JOB! GO HOME AND QUIT DRIBBLING DISEASED BODILY FLUIDS ALL OVER THE COPY MACHINE!!!!!"

Instead I sit in silent contempt.

These same people will look at you wide-eyed at the end of the year when discussing sick time and such, so proud of the fact that they (aren't they wonderful?) NEVER use sick time.

Well, fuckers, if you would just use your sick time then maybe I wouldn't get sick and have to use mine.

Grrrrr....