Do you know what I hate more than actually being ill? I hate being on the fringes of it.
With that first statement in mind, I'll give you three guesses as to what my physical state is currently, and the first two don't count. And if you get your last guess wrong, you get shot in the face. No pressure.
But seriously, I feel like I'm straddling the fence between wellness and illness. And since I'm not sick enough to stay home nor well enough to function with all cylinders, I feel like my straddling is just giving me a white pointed board in the tookus.
Therefore, body, start working, I implore you. Otherwise, I may have to start asking scientists if they have the technology to rebuild me.
In other news, the city of San Diego came and tested one of the elevators in our building today, and by tested, I mean that they let one of the carriages go into a freefall. What I didn't know is that elevators apparently have an emergency brake that shoots out from the cart in the event of a freefall. I did not know that.
Something else that I didn't know comes from the fact that our company didn't really feel the need to tell employees that this would be going on, and so several people gathered at the elevators when we heard what sounded like one of the elevators falling. However, we, in our intrepid fearlessness, could only manage to muster a "That didn't sound very good" before resuming our normal activities.
That's the bravado of working in an office building. Inspiring, no?
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