And no, I’m not talking about that crappy Keanu Reeves/Charlize Theron movie where she wears 17 sweaters simultaneously and then dies.
I’m talking about the hectic, why-do-I-do-this-every-year time at Corporate Behemoth. Ah, Sweet November, the month when corporate panic coincides with that first rash of late fall colds and flu.
I always get a cold in November. Just in time for Thanksgiving dinner to not sound appetizing and to taste like cardboard.
I promised I wouldn’t get a cold this year. I take enough vitamins (under a doctor’s care, thank you) to nourish a village that has no food. I figured mind over matter.
And yet? And yet, it’s 7:14 p.m., I’m going on hour 12 of work today, and I have a fever because my cold is morphing into something ugly.
Hurray for November!