For the first time in about 3 1/2 years, I picked up a cold. I guess I had it coming: the past week has been stressful with a midterm night school exam, three meetings, six projects still simmering, two bosses actively needing my input and a few others who now share in the whip holding responsibilities because my company has changed its departmental structure yet again.
The symptoms came after I left work on Friday anticipating a somewhat fun weekend. There was the matter of returning some merchandise to Kohl’s. . . .let me warn you Kohl’s shoppers if you don’t already know about this problem so you won’t have to do this. I bought a chenille top the other day, but apparently another one was hiding underneath it in the pile and I didn’t notice it when I picked it up, so I wound up with two (I would have noticed the difference in price, but a sale price I wasn’t aware of balanced it out). Both, fortunately, were the same size, but one was configured to fit Olive Oyl, and the other could fit six of her and the sleeves could still cover her hands. I mean, these sleeves were obviously prepared by somebody who may not have been far removed from the generation whose knuckles dragged on the ground and would have benefitted from such protection.
I wound up taking both tops back, which also deprived me of my bonus cash earned for spending $50 on that shopping trip. Couldn’t find any replacements that were not either “reshape and dry flat” or designed for after work streetwalkers. Add to that the congestion of my growing upper respiratory discomfort and it was not an adventure I would want to repeat. I’m just grateful for the push button handicap door opening devices in stores, so I won’t be the one to infect another hapless overworked doofus as I was.
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