i’m freezing and i would prefer not to go in to work and have to stand in a cooler for six hours. my head is throbbing and i can’t find any aspirin. this sucks more than i can say, really it does. i feel really sickly, and i keep having this image of me walking to the salad bar area and then throwing up on everything or at least in the trash near the salad. this would put everyone off, and we would have to close the salad bar early for the day. how so very unfortunate.
—completely different point: i really don’t understand it, why people come to the salad bar on and around holidays. in my mind, you are already at home, slaving over the stove, how hard is it to make a salad? ridiculous. -if god (or someone else, for that matter) sent me a job that i could actually stand, my gratitude would be a thing of beauty. i’m talking… thanks and thumbs up, high fives, smiles and ‘big ups’, but i guess all of that is just too much to ask for, isn’t it?