Due to recent lapses in security, productivity will be reduced for the next 1-7 days as resources are reallocated. Expect minor shortages of food. Water intake will be increased. Please plan accordingly. Sleep is still in short supply, so please be considerate in your energy use. We’re all in this together, people.
White blood cells: because of your failure to adapt to environmental changes, we have called in a team of consultants to assist you in reparing the body to its standard operating parameters. Expect deliveries of Ibuprofin, DayQuil, and vitamins. Stomach, intestines, and liver: expedite these deliveries. Penis: you’re a muscle, not an organ. Stop reading these memos. Mucus membranes: your reactionary antics are not appreciated. Desist in slime production or face appropriate measures. The nostrils and sinuses are complaining.
Thank you for your cooperation.
Brain
CEO, CFO BraheSilver, Inc.
In other words:
I have a cold. This sickness comes within a week upon my arrival at my new job. Some might say being stuck in a small air-conditioned office with three other people with poor air circulation for over eight hours a day may have something to do with it, but I know that my body is revolting against me.
“Quit the job!” it says. “Stop meeting new people. They are full of germs. Go back to bed. We got this from them, you know.” Yeah, well I’m the conglomeration of brain cells that calls itself the coherent individual arend here, so to hell with you!
Anytime you start spending time around new folks, in a new place, it seems like you just need to adapt.
You can call it a cold. I just call it, “my body reacting against new junk.”
I went to Maine for my brother’s wedding. Got a little something.
School starts in the fall. I don’t have kids or interact with them much, but I know all the parents I work with are going to come in and share something.
I also used to get a little something almost every fall when school started again.
I actually feel haler and heartier than most people I know, but I think my body just tries to rebel against new stuff until it figures out that it’s not going to kill it.
I got lots of crackpot medical theories. That’s about the sanest. It does help explain why you’re never going to find a “cure” for the “common cold”.