While we were sitting in Country Kitchen in the wee-hours of Sunday morning, the topic of conversation somehow turned to the song Pac Man Fever. On a whim I whipped out my cell phone and left a message on my boss' voicemail:
Hi Karen. This is Colin. I'm calling to let you know I won't be in today. I've got the Rockin' Pneumonia and the Boogie-Woogie Flu, and a case of Pac Man Fever. With any luck I'll be in on Tuesday. I'll talk to you later. Bye.I don't know how your boss would have handled this, but mine forwarded the message back to me, and preceded it with a short message of her own:
Colin? Karen. I got this message when I came in on Monday. I want you to listen to it and try to lie more convincingly next time.She really didn't expect me to come in.
We have a dry-erase board in our department which is used to announce absences, schedule changes, etc. When I arrived at work this morning, it read:
Sue out @ 1:30
Colin for sure out with:
Of course, this isn't half as funny as what I wrote on the board last Thursday. I'd taken Friday off for B-Fest and my boss had written "Colin out" on the board just before she left. I fixed it so that it read, "Colin: out. Hot pants: in." That's comedy gold, that is.
But I digress. I mention all of this because suddenly this afternoon I feel under the weather. I have a headache, my neck is stiff, and my eyes are sore. I got a good night's sleep and felt fine up until about an hour ago, so there's no easily-traced physiological reason for me to feel like this. I thought some caffeine might help my headache, but (being a not consistently bright person) I decided to have some of the AEG's coffee. Astute readers of this journal will remember that I hate flavored coffee and declared that I would never drink it again.
Today's flavor is "Carmel Candy" and it's so pungent that it's made my headache worse. I could take the rest of the day off, but I'm not going to because I'm pretty sure I'm fine. Still, this afternoon will probably be a little rough.