One FLU over the Cuckoo's Nest

And took all of my damn tissues. Yes, kiddies, I have the flu. Only NOW do I find out the US Gov't has found 'surplus' amounts of flu vaccine. WELL YOU'RE A WEEK TOO LATE, ASSHOLES.

I went home early Wednesday after dragging myself in to prove to Bag of Rocks that I was actually sick. God forbid I take a sick day! What a sin. I've actually been told "You need to be sick to take sick days." Guess that puts my fibromyalgia and ovarian pain in another category. Have I mentioned how much I hate Geminis? There, I said it again.

My fever finally broke last night after 3 days of chills, sweating, and drenched bedsheets. I made my way out today to get some tissues, Benadryl, and cough syrup. I was still sweating so I went out with my hair damp from my shower (silly, I know). That cold air felt gooood! But seriously, I'm booking a flight to Toronto this fall if Bushie the Monkey Man decides to gyp this country again on flu vaccine. This happened last year with Princess Brat bitching and moaning, let's hope none of the yuppie fucks I work with have anything to say. One particular member of Human Resources can't even look me in the eye when I get on the elevator with her. Since I know my personal grooming habits are pretty good (one shower every day, plus makeup and perfume), either I'm about to get fired or she just can't stand me. Quick! Lemme grab a tissue so I can start crying-- lmao!!! The only one in HR I like is the one I bitched to back in November about my lack of pay. Gee, that worked a bundle. I'm thisclose to applying for food stamps. The only way to make any money in this city is to sit on your ass and squeeze out babies. It worked for some of my former friends, right? I'd love to see what lovely fashions her illegitimate kids are wearing this week courtesy of my tax dollars. She probably just finished a steak dinner on me, too.

So, I'm quite pissed off that my job hunt had to take a back seat to illness, but I figure I'll go in Monday (despite the fact that it's President's Day) and sneeze all over in the hopes of infecting these idiots. I wonder how my co-worker's doing in her hunt. She's ready to mop floors just to get out. I'm not that bad, but I'm getting there. In days past, my stoic dedication would have shoved my ass outta bed on Friday and I'd have gone in sick. Yesterday? I wasn't doing it. I'm sneezing once every six minutes, I've got it timed. If they don't want me to take sick days, they can take them away from me. Just like the five vacation days I didn't get to take courtesy of the Princesses. I don't plan on speaking to either one of them anytime soon.

My only enjoyment was watching Kashi and Dexter do the Dance of Death while watching two pigeons that landed on my windowsill. Imagine Jet Li and Jackie Chan flying full force into a pane of glass. Those birds were OUTTA THERE.

I think I'm ready to collapse on my couch and sip Black Cherry Berry tea. Duane Reade did not have any Sugar Plum Spice leftover from Christmas. RATS.