Considering that I am going on Day 436 of being sick at work (actually only the third day, but throw in the holiday weekend and it feels like I have been sick forever), I figured it was time to find some office space far away from my co-workers.  Best not to take down the ship with my unstoppable virus.

What was that?  I’m not contagious?  Sure, two doctors have now confirmed that I am not contagious, but what do they know with their fancy degrees, knowledge, and experience?  All I know is that I look like crap and it’s making me a suspect for any future office ailments.  Therefore, it’s time to find a secluded space, where I can type away.

After consulting with the Facilities Department, we found the perfect spot:  the bowels of the building.

Yes, the perfect space for Dave the Sickly Office Troll to spend his days.  I shall craft memos in a Gothic font and deliver them under the cover of darkness.  My only hope is that one day, my tale of sorrow will be spun into a Disney animated classic.  For now however, I shall spend my lunch hour with Misery (nicknamed “Missy”) the Dungeon Mouse and dream of the world above.