pumpkins scream in the dead of night

I’m still sick, you guys. Coughing up a lung, etc. They really aren’t fucking around with this.

Fortunately I have hilarious and considerate professors, as well as two compassionate bosses. I took one of the exams I missed while I was out zonked yesterday. I took it at 5:30, after a long, long day at the school. This was the convo with my professor:

• Her: How are you feeling?
• Me: Pretty crappy. But they told me I’m going to have symptoms for 2-4 weeks, so I guess them’s the breaks.
• Her: Well, did they give you tamiflu?
• Me: No, it’s scarce, so they’re only prescribing it to kids and the elderly. They told me to go buy Robitussin.
• Her: Well that’s a bunch of bullshit!
• Me: Yeah, what are you gonna do. I’m not feeling too terrible, just Monday and Wednesday suck because I’m at the school from 8-5:30. I feel pretty woozy by the end of the day.
• Her: Oh, you mean, exactly when you took the exam? What the hell were you thinking?
• Me: I really have no choice. I have so much other catching up to do, I’m trying to just head down, power through.
• Her: Well, you’re never gonna get better if you’re running your ass off! Go home. And if you feel like shit in my class, I don’t want to see you there!

She swears like a sailor! I love it! And she suggested I might be her TA next year, which would be totally rad. I love her.

And it’s really awesome to have bosses that are all, “how are you feeling?” as opposed to ones who are all, “well you need to be here.” The last time I got the flu I got chewed out for not showing up to the CD store because I was still PUKING UNCONTROLLABLY. “But you’re a manager!” Right.

I got excited for Halloween this morning, so I think I’m gonna wear my bat wings to work tonight. Ya know, just incase my hacking up chunks of things and my half-swollen-with-sinus-infection face, a la Man Without a Face who smokes three packs a day, aren’t terrifying enough.

We need a fantastic Halloween. in ‘05 and ‘06, I worked at The Prison, then two years ago, while Alan was in Iraq, Jeff and I threw an epic Halloween Party that involved over 200 people all in terrific costumes. We decorated for months, every room a different theme. I even built a bunch of life-sized coffins out of cardboard boxes. Then last year… well, you guys know about last year. So this year needs to continue in that fashion.

We’re trying to do Leela and Zap Brannigan for Halloween, but it’s gonna involve some last minute scrambling, hopefully on the cheap. Alan’s boots are gonna be a bitch, but the rest shouldn’t be hard to improvise. At least one of us won’t be wearing pants.