In what has got to be the worst timing ever, we are having a chili cook-off on that same bio-hazard of a floor tomorrow. Members from each team have been enlisted to prepare their best chili with the hopes of being crowned the champion and raising some money for charity. Sounds perfectly fine and innocent right?
Wrong. Today I overheard someone ask one of the Top Contaminators if she was making any chili. With enthusiasm, she said "Yes!" I already wasn't planning on having any, but that right there sealed the deal. This whore has no shame when it comes to spreading her illness. She coughs loud with her mouth open and uncovered, sounds like she's dying, doesn't wash or sanitize her hands afterward, and refuses to take any medication to control it. If she is that loose at work with it, I already know what the deal is at home. She probably licks her spoons.
With that, I shall not be indulging in any chili. I will donate to the cause, but I shall not eat. I also shall not be a victim of the abandon shit, which I'm sure will be going down tomorrow when those tummies start burbling from all that chili.
I can't do humanity.