So, as of the moment, I have totally lost my voice. I called in sick to work on Friday (runny nose like Usain Bolt (that's his name, right?)), Saturday (sneezing, feverish, headachy), but not today. So, as it turns out, eight hours of 'how are you today?' 'is plastic all-right?' 'do you want that milk in a bag?' 'Thank you, have a great day!' '*
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