...when I'm not infectious anymore but am still recovering from a sinus infection and come in since my energy is rebounding and also since it's a Friday and it'd be bad to skip:
1) I ask people if I look like shit, and 1 out of 5 says yes, and they say that my eyes are sunken, but the (redheaded) (big personality) owner of the one (Irish-y) burger joint on the first floor of a historic hotel where I now work says I look fine, when I check in with her before I clock in, after my saying that there's nothing grosser than a sick waiter
With a lot of tables, too, I apologize in advance if I'm spacy, and I tell them that my fall allergies have been hitting me hard, with one table even agreeing, and the guy saying that his have been flaring up the past week because of all the ragweed.
2) Fortunately like two-and-a-half hours in right as my allergy meds start wearing off and my post-nasal drip starts acting up and I begin to cough occasionally, the dinner shift slows down and I get cut, and after tidying up a few loose ends in my section, I get sent to polish silverware in the back with my one (young) (white) (Southern-ish) (gay-ish) coworker with the (80s style), and when we begin talking of allergies, he says that he had strong allergies in his youth, to the point where his lips would get hard.
3) At night I wake up and I think that my coughdrop is gone and I go to the bathroom, but then when I get back in bed and readjust my pillow, I put my hand kind of under it and it brushes across these sticky patches on the sheets there and I move it again and it like kind of bumps into the small hard remnant of my cough drop, like the size of half a pea, just sitting out there on my bed kind of beneath where my pillow was.
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