The worst is when you are feeling DISTINCTLY UNWELL in the guttiginous region and you have three conference calls and you wonder if they'll miss you if you just pop out for a brief moment to puke. When that seems too risky, several suitable receptacles on your desk present themselves as possible substitutes for a barf bag in case things reach a critical juncture. That's what the mute button is for, after all.
Ah, the glamor of life in the beige cubicle - I know you folks at home are feeling envious.
Maybe it was the divey Middle Eastern food I ate last night.
Or the gluttony of too many desserts this week.
Or nerves about scary work stuff.
(It is DEFINITELY NOT a baby lion on the way.
Or a baby anything, for that matter.
Just so you know.
In case you were wondering.)
Image via Sabino.
