SJ has been sniffling and sneezing all over cubicleland for the past week. I tried not to sit next to her at lunch yesterday, but she cuddled right up and breathed all over me.
She's been hitting the juiceboxes hard, and it's the good stuff this time, the "real" orange juice instead of the "orange drink" she usually has, in an effort to build up her system. The more I think about it, it seems likely that she doesn't have a cold, but is still getting over her hangover from her night of slinging back fancy cocktails last week. She was drinking like a fish, so I wouldn't be surprised if it takes her a month to get over it.
At lunch yesterday she accused one of the coworkers at lunch of being a junkie. (The coworker had a bruise from a shot she had earlier). Everyone was shocked.
I'm keeping a closer eye on her than usual, to ensure she doesn't take her partying ways further. SJ is very lucky to have a good friend like me, someone stable and responsible to guide her from sin.
Right now she's being very industrious in her cubicle, I can see a stack of emails in her inbox...
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