So I woke up this (yesterday) morning, feeling tired and dehydrated and vaguely not-right, but I figured that once I had some water and a bagel I’d perk up.

I knew that it was not going to happen when I couldn’t finish my beloved shrooms and swiss burger. So I decided that “getting chills from the air conditioning” probably meant things that weren’t good.

It’s awesome when your boss yells at you for wanting to go the bank in the morning, which he had earlier said was fine. When you have a fever.

I think it’s the closest I’ve ever come to crying at work. Sigh. I’m not going to miss this place.