Keep your friends close, but keep the Lysol closer...

I think that my coworker in the cube next to me is actually sleeping. Sleeping. Meanwhile, five feet away, I sit here amidst a pile of paperwork, dodging the germs of “the sick one” who sits just a few feet away in the other direction. She has been coughing like her lungs are trying to get out for the last week. I am just FINALLY getting over “the cold that doesn’t die” and then THIS one, comes to work every day, spreading her nastiness all over. I suppose that’s why Lysol was created. (Thank you, Lysol people. If I come out of this germ free, I will have your babies. Okay…no I won’t. But really, I will be super grateful…)

In other news, Wilson Pickett died. You know, the guy that sang “Mustang Sally” (not to be confused with “Mustang Crystal” which was an instant karaoke favorite by A. L. Homie who also wrote such smash hits as, “I Got You, Crystal” and “Crystal Got Back”). Anyway, I thought of the days of Karaoke Friday immediately when I heard about it. R.I.P. Wilson Pickett. And for you A.L., I want to share a memory of the Karaoke Friday ritual. Ahem….

To my people who don’ wanna go to work…
Thank God its Friday
Cover me she ‘bout to put up her skirt…
Thank God its Friday
To all my people who don’t got no job
Every day is Friday

All the ladies say: “I don’t feel like cookin’ you no breakfast this morning..”

All the thugs gon’ say: “You don’t have…to cook me breakfast ‘cause your girlfriend will…after you leave…”

It’s beautiful, I know. I can barely hold back the tears, myself.

Anyway, I can tell that today is going to be overflowing with suckiness and that these people are lucky that I am not wearing the evil, bastard shoes I was wearing yesterday (they were the most painful shoes I have ever encountered and they made me very, very cranky and tempted me to take them off and stab people in the neck with the heels). So, I will leave it at this for now…

Happy Friday.