Get down with the sickness
One woman’s quest to squish the agency bug.
From the moment we knocked down the walls on the Creative floor and became an open studio, one grim prospect loomed in my mind. Winter. With my beloved snow of white come more unwelcome visitors of green. And they’ve been taking down this weak open studio one by one. Now, I don’t know if it’s my daily wii zumba or my diet of red meat, but thus far I’ve stood strong. In fact, I’m the last man standing as this bug is making its second round of infections. That is, until last night.
You see, that’s when the headache began. At first I was able to convince myself that it was strictly a result of dehydration caused by my box of wine. (It’s the fancy box, don’t you judge me.) But this morning, there it was again and along with it, the distinct tickle that comes with mucus gently caressing the back of one’s throat.
By writing this, I am acknowledging its existence. But in my acknowledgment of its existence, I am able to harken those words Jennifer Connelly spoke eloquently to David Bowie:
Office bug, YOU HAVE NO POWER OVER ME.
*If you need me, I will be bobbing for mucinex in a vat of emergenC