As I mentioned in my previous blog entry, I stayed home from work yesterday due to being betrayed by chocolate pudding and getting food poisoning.
I sent my boss an e-mail yesterday morning saying I probably had the stomach flu, because when you are the secretary, who answers the phone when you are too sick and need to call in?
NO ONE.
I feel much better today though. My boss was a little concerned and asked me how I was doing:
"Are you okay today?" he asks me.
"Yeah I think it was food poisoning, I'm fine now," says Larissa.
"Is that just your way of saying you were too hungover to come into work?"
(NO FAITH IN ME!)
"NO NO NO," I defend, "I was just really sick, I couldn't sleep all night."
"Do you have a crack problem? I'll pay for your rehab."
(EVEN LESS FAITH IN ME!)
"NO I swear, I was just sick," I say.
"But Larissa, what happens when you're addicted to crack?"
"... You get sick and stay up all night." I say. INSERT FROWNY FACE :(
This is what your brain looks like on drugs:
I ASSUME.
I ASSUME.
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