Well today started off nicely as in I wanted to gouge my eye out rather than get outta bed and go to work. Why am I here? I have no effort to be here, although I did make the conscious effort to not wear a true hoodie to work in protest. Instead I opted for the rather classy camo zip up hoodie, I know, I keep it classy. After my daily morning bout with NJ transit which is the bain of my existence I am finally at work mind you about an hour after I should have gotten there and at this point having missed the weekly status meeting. I am tired, cranky and going over in my head all that I have to do tonight to prep for Thanksgiving tomorrow. Granted I have also stuck it in my head that I am on strike from work today and hoping that for the love of all things holy no client is crazy enough to try and request something today.
As the morning is dragging it is at least obvious everyone is in the same frame of mind as I am. I resort to putting my hoodie up and just putting my head down for about 10 min followed by just blatantly goofing off with other co-workers. Now there is only so much you can do without just obviously showing you don't give a shit. I decide I can go get lunch and eating it will kill some time. I wanted something small so I just went to the taco truck next to our building and got 2 chicken tacos. I asked for everything so they included their hot sauce, which contains pieces and seeds of the chilis and if you are lucky you get a piece of the habenero that is hidden in there like a diamond in the rough. Honestly they are delicious!
As I am eating them I am not sure how this even happened but I managed to breathe in just as I was about to bite down and here is where disaster strikes. As I am breathing in a few flecks of the chilis fly down and perpetually into my lungs. Dear lord when I talk about being in pain this was it. I thought my lung was going to shrivel up and die! And what could I have even done I can't drink water cause its in my actual lung and as much as I wanted to I have no idea how to even get water into my lung. Not to mention that I am pretty sure doing this is not healthy as it is the equivalent of drowning my self with pelligrino. Not a good look. However as this is all happening I am crying cause my eyes are tearing so bad and I am trying not to laugh cause all I could think about was... This must be what it feels like to be a dragon. Of course this would happen to me. Who else in the world can manage this task!? Ughh at least its a 4 day weekend! Happy Thanksgiving!
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