September 20, 2005

My Health Alert

I was in a good mood this morning when I got into the office. I had been listening to my MP3 and did a little dance in my seat at seeing very few emails. Woohoo! So as I started to read emails while listening to Tom Petty I came across a subject that was rather alarming: HEALTH ALERT – PLEASE READ IMMEDIATELY

Apparently, there are 3 employees who have been diagnosed with Infectious Mononucleosis or Mono, and 2 more who are now exhibiting symptoms. 2 of the diagnosed individuals worked with me in the relocation of Gulf coast employees from the temporary working and living environments our firm had set up prior to Katrina to now more permanent locations further inland throughout the south. My assigned location was Virginia and thatÂ’s where all of those diagnosed were with me.

So the health dept. has been called and warnings issued and notices posted everywhere including the bathrooms. The essence: Wash Your Hands People! This is something IÂ’m fanatical about, but it seems that the microbes from this virus can survive for long periods of time on surfaces.

IÂ’m currently not feeling my usual great self as IÂ’m fighting off a bad sore throat (one of the symptoms) but so far thatÂ’s all. IÂ’ll be calling my doctor later today to see about the blood work I need in order to check. But must say, this absolutely friekinÂ’ sucks! Unfortunately, I have to now alert everyone IÂ’ve been in close contact with, whom I might have shaken hands with or kissed on the cheek.

Do you know how many people that is? With the French delegation alone I not only shook hands, I kissed them on both cheeksÂ….. hmmm. I guess this would be one trade export theyÂ’ll have no say so onÂ….heh, heh, heh!

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September 17, 2005

It's Over!

Yes, the work week was finally over for me when I stepped out of the Karaoke/Cyber Dating Bar at 9:30pm last night. The Tokyo office staff, having a penchant for these kind of places, were all a giggle to go back to the scene of the crime from the night before that had already claimed one amateur casualty. She being so hungover she couldn't work today. This meant that I was to be co-host to a group of guys from the EU and others from the Japanese Finance Ministry. Number crunching, post nubile men that were desperately seeking liquid oblivion and dreaming perhaps of carnal pleasures after an extremely long and stressful week.

As co-host I had to stick around for awhile, even though all I wanted to do was go home take off my 3.5 inch heels, get out of my clothes and slip into something infinitely more softer (like my 500 thread count cotton bed sheets) and hook up with something more familiar (like my beloved laptop named Bob).

But work demands continued, so I had to stick around. My role became a sort of voyeour, consultant, and Cyrano for a few of my colleagues who were floundering in their attempts to find "true love" [or temporary love for that matter]. You see this is a very unusual bar, where everyone sits in small groups at these booths or tables that have webcams and flat screens on them. With a push of a few buttons at the base of the screen you're able to look at or check out people sitting at their tables or booths through out the bar. In other words guys or gals no longer have to be shot down when they approach someone in person. Nope, now they can be shot down from the comfort of their barstool and at a distance and with humiliatingly lightening speed, just with the end of . Yes folks, that's urban dating in the 21st Century. more...

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