Snot Fair

Oh my gawd my nose. It feels like someone poured wet cement in my nostrils overnight, leaving it to harden and forever block my nasal passages. Okay so maybe I'm being a just a wee bit of a drama queen, but it is pretty stuffed up. I'm sipping Gypsy Cold Care tea with honey, eating pseudoepherdrine (I may have a stroke but by gawd I'll be able to inhale,) and doing lines of Vicks. I thought my snot churning display would at least keep the groping hands of the perverted GM at bay, but he wasn't the least bit concerned. I still had to endure his bear hug and mutterings of "Oh you is my aaaaaaaaaangel."

*shudder*

I was going to go all 87th Airborne with the industrial strength pseudo Lysol this morning, but Louise gave our only can to one of the supervisors out in the plant who had an employee that refused to bathe. Apparently his foul "scent" would linger in the supervisor's office for days. The crusty creviced employee doesn't work here anymore, but I'm not sure I want the can back anyway. Maybe I'll just run to the dollar store at lunch.

I'm gonig to go see if I can find my earplugs, Bubbles is feeling inspired to sing along with her Celtic woman CD. I think I'm going to tell her the Celts were all Pagans and that the words she's singing have secret Wiccan meaning. Not only will she stop singing, she'll probably burn the CD too and I'll get a little peace.

Ya'll have a good Monday :)