Waiting Rooms

I hate going to the doctor. It's ironic seeing as I've worked in the medical field most of my life. It's not the medical aspect of it though. It's the people. I know that's a really bitchy and snobbish thing to say. But waiting room people are a different breed. The whole atmosphere is "sick". I'd rather be on a bus, a crowded elevator, an assembly, anywhere would be better. Maybe not a funeral though.... hmmmm. Even then the aura is sadness, not sickness. It makes me feel physically.... sicker than I feel originally.
So I have strep. While lying in bed I had a funny feeling at the back of my throat. I went into the bathroom because I could feel something coming up ... or down. It was a huge piece of snot but so fibrous and thick it wouldn't even go down the drain. It looked like a dark green tumor with white tendons and veins running along it's surface. Don't worry, I wanted to take a picture but I didn't. Boundaries and all.
America's Best Dance Crew is on again. They brought back Fanny Pack AND danced to Britney. However the thumb sucking threw me off. Not funny or cute.
I might not have a job after tonight. My serving job not my daytime job. I did a really ingenious thing. I took a picture of my doctors excuse and sent it via text to my manager. Without further explanation. Thing is, I am pretty sure I sent it to the one that doesn't even work on Tuesdays. Oh Well.