People are filthy. More than that, people’s kids are filthy, which is most likely the reason I’m suffering through at least my third major cold since Halloween of last year.
You see, where I work, people come in and touch things. They pick up my DVDs and my games and my CDs and they touch them. What’s more, they typically decide they don’t want whatever they’ve infected and drop it off somewhere unrelated to where they got it. This in turn forces me to have to put it away. Even worse, people bring their nasty, disease-ridden children into the store and they touch things. Children are worse because they harbor illnesses and contain levels of bacteria that would make even the most hardened scientist cringe. Little kids can touch approximately 23,435 things in the span of a few minutes, and all of these things are in turn marked with vicious, life-threatening afflictions to which I unfortunately get to be exposed.
I use hand gel at work. It’s the kind that smells vaguely of alcohol and dries your hands out something fierce. I slather the stuff on and rub it in up to my elbows, but I may as well just drink it for all the good it’s doing me. Antibiotic my ass. I think it’s a marketing ploy. Either that, or the antibiotic properties of this substance can’t begin to defend against the onslaught of disease that people carry these days. I may as well start licking DVDs and just submit to the inevitable.
So I sit here today, on my one day off mind you, in a zombie-like state of illness. I have one of those coughs that physically hurts, a slight fever, and I feel like I’m under water. Hopefully I spelled all the words right, because they’re kind of blurry. I expect to be much better just in time to go back to work tomorrow (of course). When I can spin the roulette wheel of sickness once again.
People suck.
