Tirade Number 60

I always wonder why people who get sick, bring it to the workplace / schoolplace / Church...just to prove they never get "sick".
Today was no exception. There was the co-worker, who sounded like the woodwind section of the Mott-the-Hoople cover band taking on Liberace, trying her best to act as if there wasn't anything out of the ordinary, but every ten milli-seconds, spewing mists of viruses as she coughed. Attempting to cover her mouth with her hand merely diffused the mist into every direction except her hand.
Others who could clearly hear the volcano-like eruptions, side-stepped her cubicle, but could not avoid the floating particles, that by now had creeped into every crevice in the office.
BUT, she had made her point -- I will Not miss Work; even if it means infecting every living thing along my path.