As is the same with every year, the colds and flus hit my workplace early. I attribute it to all the moms and dads that work here. Their kids start school, they get infected, parents bring said infection to the workplace. I'd really rather they'd stay home until I can get my flu shot, but so far no one is willing to use all of their accrued time off to make me happy.
Chris mentioned someone he knew was "sick". I said, "Yup, it's already going around my office."
Chris: "What is IT?"
That simple question made me stop. Because it's not so simple. Because how people define "IT" varies. And it varies A LOT if you're a boy.
My definition of IT was:
- For the normal, average chick for whom life isn't extra special difficult just getting through the day, IT was: just a cold.
- For the martyr chick for whom life IS extra special difficult and worth complaining about a lot, IT was: a bad cold that had her up all night and then the kids wouldn't sleep and oh my god, I got like 2 hours of sleep and I can't breathe through my nose...
- For the dude in the office that got IT: IT was precursor to death. Absolutely no one has felt this bad, EVER. Never ever. Ever. Yes, he knows that normal chick had the same cold and didn't seem to find it that bad but his was different and way worse. Way worse than anyone could ever imagine.
There is a reason why men can't have babies.