I feel bad for bitching about my job now after how nice they were today. I woke up feeling sick to my stomach but forced myself to go in anyway since I’d already taken two days off this week. (I don’t think it’s food poisoning as nothing has, uh, moved; it’s more like nausea and cramping and pain in general. I think it may be flu-related. This has happened to me several times before.) I was doing all right until noon, but then the smell of other people’s lunches hit me. I came as close to puking as it’s possible to get. I decided to get on out of there. My friend Kevin couldn’t leave yet though, so I decided to catch the bus back. I staggered out to the stop and waited in the hot sun. Within five minutes, my legs start shaking and my face went clammy. There was no way I could last the 30 minute trip home. I managed to get back to the office where Kevin took one look at my white face and put me to bed in our “sick bay”. That was nice. He also evidently called my boss and told him what had happened, because before too long the HR chick showed up with a Cab Charge so I could take a taxi home. That was even more nice. I rested for an hour and then caught my cab. Now I’m home and Dr. Amy Jones has started her ultrasonic kitty healing process (i.e. she’s purring in my lap). Hopefully I’ll be recovered enough for Major’s wedding tomorrow!