Out of It

Some sort of awful illness is making its way around my office, and I’m worried I’m next. Since I’m in the final planning stages for a big conference next week in Seattle, WA, when I woke up yesterday with the slightest sniffle and hint of a sore throat I freaked out. Typically I’m not a hypochondriac, but I immediately drafted a long email to my teammates detailing out exactly where I am on all aspects of the conference while I still had full brain power. Better safe than sorry! This thing WILL go off well, come hell or high water.

There are few activities in the world that I enjoy less than conference planning. The endless amount of logistics, the innumerable ways things could go wrong, the countless details to track…Ugh. I wish I could just close my eyes and regain consciousness next Tuesday morning after this all over.

Just thinking about it makes me shudder, so rather than dwelling on it here, I’m going to return to my books and movies to keep myself in a perpetual state of non-thought until Monday morning arrives and I can ignore reality no longer.



Jagermeister: Cure for the Common Cold?

In response to my offer of American drugs or cough drops for a cold, one of my friends said, “No thanks, I’m just going to have a cup of tea and some Jagermeister at work.”

“Jagermeister? For a COLD?” (At work?) I replied. I orient jagermeister with buxom women in short dresses, offering the trademark Jagermeister flask-like shots. I either hear it tastes awful or not great, which has always been convincing enough for me not to try it. Guys may be wowed by the buxom enough to overlook the taste factor, but I’m not so susceptible.

“Sure, Jagermeister is good for colds,” he shrugged.

I gave him a huge look of disbelief.

Yeah right.

Since then I have run this theory by other Slovenians, and the general consensus is that, of course! Jagermeister is very good for colds.

Well, the Time Hath Comeith. I’m coming down with a cold, and I need to be pounding away at my final exams and papers. Desperate times come for desperate measures. When in Rome, do like the Romans: Jagermeister, here we go.