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Oh, joy.
Ensign Pomeroy Wheatbiscuit III is back, and he's been into the cooking sherry. The little bastard showed up yesterday while I was on the road, turning my day into an exercise in racing for locations where I knew I could access the miracles of modern plumbing.
After getting little to no sleep last night, I called in... only to learn that about half the drivers are sick today.
After getting little to no sleep last night, I called in... only to learn that about half the drivers are sick today.
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i feel yo' pain.......
he's occasionally TDY with me, if there is.
IBS is bad, but Ulcerative Colitis is worse.
(so *not* bragging, btw...)
hope you're better soon. mine's been in half remission, sorta/kinda, since '01.