The only bright spot about having a flu is that my voice will change a tone lower, giving off a husky note that I find quite pleasing to my own ears. Well, not all things are bad, right? Have to find the silver lining somewhere, even where there isn't any at the time.
December brings with it the rain, the holidays, the food, the festivities, the weddings, the birthday (mine), the year end sales, the gatherings, and of course the snivels. The only thing December is not is snow, at least in this part of the world. But since our environment is not really equipped for winter, I better not wish for something I can't handle as of now. You want snow, go to where there is snow.
Anyway, funny thing about bosses: This morning I went to see mine to seek approval on something, and I started wheezing and sneezing the minute I walked into his room, 4-ply tissue in hand, all teary eyed from the effort. Yes, I am a bit of a teddy bear when I am in that mode, looking for whatever sympathy I can get. But he just took one look at me and went "Flu? Aww, really? That's nothing. You can still walk, can you?" with a grin.
Okay so I may have exaggerated a little, but that look he gave me was unmistakably a "Oh so you can fall sick after all. Not so immune now are you?" I gave one big sneeze, just for good measure, smiled and hoped in my heart the virus will find its mark. "Yes boss, I can still walk. I'm here aren't I? If I called in sick this morning, you would get worried." I retorted, then belatedly remembered I once bragged about having a no-MC for almost a year. Hah. Should have kept my mouth shut.
The only reason I turned up to work this morning was because I have so much to do before I take a long year end holiday. The second reason is because I would berate my subordinates should they call in sick at the first sign of a sneeze, even though they can still walk, so here I go proving I can so so should they. The third reason is because if I did call in sick, my so-called smart-phone would still be ringing all day and sending work emails my way, so I don't see the point in being at home when I would still be expected to work.
I wish you could hear my voice right now. It's downright sexy!
P/s: That's the Panadol talking.