The downside of having this cold (ever lasting as it seems) is that I have no appetite. I can taste but I don't crave, which in turn is a dull way to eat.
I was raised by a chef, who taught me to eat in color. Who raised me with Moroccan dinners and trying cheese with grapes. I can almost feel the zero cola tearing apart my guts, it comes down fizzling and somehow feels better than the Cold water in a cold lab.
I love my job, but it can become a Petrie dish at times.
Three minutes left of lunch and so far I've spent 27 minutes of it staring at my phone screen and polishing off fries. The fries mind you are as horrible as the soda.
Not everything is bad, it's Pink Wednesday and it serves as something uplifting from the gray skies of Redmond.
The lunch room humms with a crowd of programmers, engineers and us. QA testers.
I'm excited for crawling into bed and not feeling the clap in my throat whenever I cough reminding me that I'm still not well.
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