Still sick of being sick

No, I haven't croaked my last just yet. Just still feeling half-dead after another full day in bed, that's all. Dealing with my mother calling me three times a day to fret about it, that's all. Having to attend lousy sandwich serving lunch time seminar on restructurings because everyone else decided to go to entertain some client, that's all. Bought awfully dry and disgustingly thickly buttered salmon sandwiches and nearly choked to death, that's all. Feeling fever rising up again and resolved to go home now regardless of whether we are meant to sign this bloody deal tonight, that's all. Bah.

- The B.F.G. (Big Frazzled Grump) -


Just as soon as I post this I get an email from a client asking me review something pronto. Bah.

- The B.V.F.G. (Big Very Frazzled Grump) -


And don't tell me I should be grateful for everything I have and I need to pull myself together and stop whinging. Not now.

- The B.V.F.A.G. (Big Very Frazzled Annoyed Grump) -


But you can tell I'm definitely better, can't you?

- The G.B.W. (Great Big Whinger) -