You need to see a doctor. You’ve had the SNIFFLES EVERY SINGLE DAY SINCE YOU STARTED ON APRIL 1. YOU SHOULD PROBABLY LOOK INTO GETTING BETTER INSTEAD OF FUCKING SNIFFLING EVERY SECOND OF EVERY DAY.
On that note, P.H. and Irish have started a countdown until they have their own office – a magic time where there will be no sniffles.
P.H. has a new friend – Irish. As P.H. took a “sick day” last week, she returned to find this gem in her inbox. She is glad Irish is cool, has a great sense of humor and they both feel the same way about the Hypochondriac.
Pointless weekly meeting is pointless.
So, P.H. reckons she might have to start calling the Hypochondriac a new name – and that name is Klepto.
The Hypochondriac went to a training session last week and came back LOADED with confiscated tea bags. Not just one or two. More than ten. When questioned by P.H., she tried to convince the office that the tea would ‘just go to waste.’
The HypoKlepto had another training session today and, naturally, has brought back even more.
The ironic thing? P.H. has never seen the Hypochondriac ever drink tea. Once.
More tea than anyone could ever drink.