Yesterday my employer had the annual pot luck meal for Christmas. To make this sphere-ish I will mention that its as sexist as possible in a modern office. Women… directors, managers, no matter, running to and fro setting things up and serving. Its odd to watch in an office environment.
This is, however, a medical post. Of 60 attendees, last evening between 8 and 11PM more than 15 of us (me too) were smacked with the amoeba guest that had hitch hiked on one of the various dishes that comprised our repast. I was stricken at 11 sharp, meaning sharp at 11, and sharply stricken.
Curled in a fetal position with agonizing cramps I had one of those reality checks about human frailty. Then I burst through the double doors leading to the master bath and was introduced, again, to that which makes us biological and created things. That such a tiny interloper could cost so many so much in the space of eight agonizing hours means something. I just don’t know what.
I failed to AMOG everyone, because I showed up at 11AM only to find that one of the guys who work for me had soldiered in at 8AM. Crap! Yep. But I did manage to taunt my boss by SMS as he writhed at home unable to get in to the office.
Being a chemical company, we have a well equipped lab that I recommended we set to the task of nailing the guilty dish. They paid me no mind. Seems no one from R&D was affected.
No one alerted the media of this incident or we’d have OSHA and EPA everywhere. At about 3 AM, I would have been willing to embrace me some Obamacare, or anycare.