Everyone’s favorite co-worker, The Hypochondriac, was out last week. One blissful quiet, stunning memorable week.
She showed up (late) yesterday with a cold.
How does P.H. know she’s sick?
In addition to the pharmacy she brought in, the ‘migraine’ that had her leave early (after her first day back after a month), the hunched over walking, the obvious ‘woe is me’ attitude and the veritable river of snot she’s producing, PH wishes her co-worker would’ve just stayed home (and on vacation).