Last Wednesday and Thursday I was so sick I had to go home early, both days. I would be sitting at my desk in all my sweaters and scarf with the space heater pointed directly at me and a cup of hot tea in my hands, still shivering all over. Bad times, people. The only place in the whole restaurant warm enough that I wasn't shivering all over was the furnace room. Which is sort of hidden behind the storage room where we keep the employee files and spare plates and stuff, and is so dirty and spooky and dim most people won't venture into it on any pretext. Fine by me; I wish I could've gotten a blanky and spent the whole day in there those days. Friday too, though I wouldn't have actually needed to on Friday.