Thursday, September 29, 2005

Someonegot into the lift with me the other night

and started coughing and spluttering and hacking and wheezing without their hand over their mouth, filling the whole lift with EVIL MICROBES. And now I have a horrible cold. Why aren't people taught to put their hand over their mouth when they cough? I am serious. It is really revolting. I ache. I can't take another day off work. Gah. Whiny whine whine. Apologies, I'm feeling all sorry for myself.

8 comments:

Lilly said...

I have a stomach bug. Have had it all week. Only did about half a day's work on Monday and Tuesday, struggled through my first lecture at college on Wednesday, struggled through yesterday's workshop, and am struggling through today. Feel like crap. Stomach hurts really badly. Can't eat much, feel sick all the time.

And I'm not even losing any weight! It's not fair. When you get a stomach bug you should at least drop half a stone as recompense.

Lilly said...

And yes I hate it when people cough and don't cover their mouth. Evil evil evil and disgusting.

On an unrelated note am getting harassed by Creepy Rupert. He's called me 3 or 4 times this week and texted me and is not getting this whole ignoring thing. I stupidly texted him back on Wednesday saying I was working in Crewe and implying I'd be there for ages and he said he forgot. I never told him. I want him to go away but I hate doing the whole rude thing.

Mittens said...

Oh dear. You are going to need to be pointed I think. He does soound like he's being distinctly creepy. you need to come up with an excuse why you can't seem him that is obviously an excuse but he'll be too polite to call you on it. Hmm. I'll have a think!

Emily K. Lloyd said...

hey listen who is this creepy rupert guy? is it the friend of jess? is he texting asking you out or is it texting to say hello? well either way 3 times a week is a bit excessive.

my advice to weasel out of it would be to consistently tell him you are with another guy... let him figure out the implication. i know men DONT GET IT but if i was interested in someone and they constantly went on about and were spending lots of time with someone else (real or imagined) id get the picture. so just tell him how much you like someone else in a vague subtle way if thats required. BTW: dont use ben as the love interest - this sends out all the wrong signals of needing to get over things which he could help you with (i realise you probably werent that stupid).

or: if you are feeling brash just send him a text: "what the f@#k do you want??? Im not interested in you" that would propbable do the trick.

Emily K. Lloyd said...

im sorry to hear you guys all have lurgies - am positively glowing wwith health here on the few occasions that the dark bags under my eyes get eliminated by decent amounts of sleep. am hoping once midterms are over i can get some peace of mind - can you believe they make you work really hard all term (18 week term no less) and also give you midterm exams as well as end of term exams! outrageous!

Lilly said...

Argh! Sounds like hell. Too much work.

Anyway - I'm going to go with the time-honoured tradition of ignoring Rupert. No texts, no calls, I won't answer the phone when he does. When I see him around I'll be polite but distant and disappear immediately.

And yes he is the Jess' friend Rupert - told Jess about it yesterday and she was all "oh no, but he's so nice"! Wrong! He is creepy! and pathetic! and self-obsessed!

Also...have met someone I find attractive...which is a start...visit my blog to learn more!

Mittens said...

Or we could just show Rupert this blog for instant results. Perhaps we should use code names. We could call him Trepur. That would be cunning. Eh Yllil?

Lilly said...

Hgra! No don't show him this! I mean yes it would give instant results but then he would whinge on and on about what a bitch I was and how I led him on and how unfair life is and how sexually repressed he is and how all the women he meets are completely non-sexual and horrid and everyone in the world is mean and nasty to him and nothing is his fault. Perhaps if he spent less time complaining and pressing his crotch up against people and more time washing he'd get results.

God I'm a bitch. Ha ha ha. It's fun.