Feb 11, 2008 17:59
The guy who sits next to me was sick last week.
I don't mean that he had the sniffles, or a little cold. I mean that he spent the entire week looking like death warmed over, violently hacking and coughing like his lungs were trying to escape his body. We could hear him loud and clear from the conference room halfway down the hall. I think they might have also heard him on the next couple of floors.
I suggested that he stay home until he felt better. I tried to point out that he should get some rest. Explained how he would get better faster if he gave his body a chance to recover. Really, I just didn't want to risk getting whatever he had. Fool didn't want to skip more than one day of work because he's a contractor.
As a result, he was still coughing today, a week later.
And so was I.
I would really like nothing better than to clobber him with something right now.
But how does someone my size get away with beating up a 6'3 Russian, who is over 300lbs and spent 3 years in the Israeli army??