I'm going to share my sickness story because I think there's some useful information here.
I woke up Friday morning and I'd overslept by about 20 minutes. I was rushing and didn't have time for breakfast. There's a Subway a block behind my work so I told myself I'd take the bus to that, grab a sandwich and go on to work. (I get to work about 20 minutes early. At least. I freak if I'm not there early.) So I go into Subway and order the honey oat bread and all the vegetables. No meats because I wasn't in the mood and didn't want to even waste for 'toasted.' (Also this Subway tends to leave it in too long after the "DING" and your bread gets burned.) So the guy's making the sandwich and I notice he's sniffling. Maybe he just cut up the onions? (I'm not joking, I was one of the first customers and a lot of stuff wasn't out yet. I got pepper jack cheese, for example, on the sandwich because it was the only one that was out yet and I told not to worry going to the back, that would be fine.)
I hand him my card and pay. And right after he hands me back the receipt, he sneezes. One, two, three times in a row. And I say bless you and he says he's got the worst cold.
And I look down at my sandwich.
(Which is covered in a plastic bag.)
I should have tossed it on the way to work. But I told myself, "He wore plastic gloves." And, "If there was a risk of other people getting it, he wouldn't have come to work. They train these people in safety, right?"
So I ate a bite of the sandwich when I got to work. Then a friend, who also gets there early, hollered to me because she was having a problem logging onto her computer. So I go over to her desk and we're trying to figure out what the problem is. And I end up calling IT because we can't get her logged on. IT has to 'dial' in (they don't dial in anymore) and they log on and fix it and she's ready to go. And it's 8:05 and I head back to my desk but instead have to run to the bathroom. Where I threw up. Twice.
I thought, "I don't have a fever. I'm sure I'll be fine." By ten a.m., I had a fever and felt like throwing up again. So I went home.
When I got home, I wanted to call and complain. But first I had to throw up some more.
I did not throw up for two hours. But I did lay on the bathroom floor for about 45 minutes after the last time I threw up because I just felt so wiped out and weak.
I then called Subway and tried to speak to the manager who was rude (it was a woman, so it wasn't the guy who served me). So I looked up the national number. I call them and explain the problem I had and they're looking up on their computer.
Oh, it's franchise. Sorry, you'll have to speak to the franchise owner. There's nothing we can do.
Can you believe that crap?
Now I wasn't trying to get a free sandwich or file some lawsuit. I wanted to know the policy on people being sick handling food and, if there was a policy violation, I wanted someone to say something to that store.
Subway was no help. And that's the information that might be helpful for others to know.
Second bit is that after wasting all that time trying to handle the problem with Subway, I called a friend with public health department and he got an inspector out there and the guy was sneezing and now sneezing over the vegetables and the store got some kind of write up. So ha ha ha. Subway could have handled it on their own but they didn't want to now they've got a write up from an inspector. Ha ha ha.
The second tip is, if it's Subway or whatever, and they don't help you, call you public health department. They might not be able to send someone out right away. But they will send someone out.
(Why right away for my call? It's a block behind work. And public health is in the same building as me. As my friend said when I told him on the phone, "Crap. That means half the people in this building could end up sick." Because we all go there because if you walk out the back of the building, you just walk through the parking lot, cross the street and you're at Subway.)
So I took a nap after I called my friend and woke up an hour later when he called me back with what happened when the inspector went in. (And he may have inspected himself, I don't know. I was really out of it.)
(I hope I said thank you. If I didn't on the phone, "Thank you, Paul.")
Then I turned on the TV and looked around the cabinets and the fridge to see if anything didn't make me feel sick? I ended up grabbing some instant chicken soup. I had chicken noodle in a can but I didn't want those noodles. I went with the instant because it's mainly chicken broth. You've got about three tiny cubes of 'chicken' and a few slivers they call 'noodles.'
And I sat on the couch sipping that and watching or 'watching' TV. I thought I was on the channel for Ellen. I figured I'd watch her and she'd make me smile and feel a little better. But she never came on. And I fell asleep during a commercial. I told myself I was closing my eyes to rest and when Ellen started speaking, I'd hear her and watch the show.
Around 5:40, I woke up to go to the bathroom. Then I went back to the living room, saw I had the TV on the Home Shopping Network (that's why Ellen didn't come on) and figured if I couldn't even operate the remote correctly, I should just go to bed.
So that's what I did.
And I only woke up a few minutes before I logged into to start this blog post.
I haven't eaten anything yet but I feel better.
By they way, I'll continue to eat Subway and will even at the Subway by work. But I'm not paying for food from anyone who looks like they have a cold again. At any store. And if I've already paid when I notice, I'll hand the food back and ask for my money back.
This is from Friday's Hillary is 44's "Pillar Of Fire - The Case For VP Marco Rubio:"
Update: Premature ejaculation. Couldn’t this have waited until Monday after the Olympics and the weekend? Breaking: Romney to announce VP pick tomorrow at 9 am If it is not Marco Rubio and Romney loses Florida or has to struggle there, there will be hell to pay.
This month Mitt Romney decides who will be his political partner for the next four, or eight, years. Romney can either carefully calibrate his pick with a Great Lakes electoral map strategy which relies on securing a few more white working class voters. Or, Mitt Romney can blow up the electoral map, not merely expand it.
The Great Lakes strategy would mean a budget wiz Paul Ryan to grab Wisconsin’s ten electoral votes and a policy wonk argument on the budget to determine who wins this November. Paul Ryan physically looks like one of Mitt Romney’s many sons and is a favorite with the conservative base that wants to place the economy at the forefront of the campaign.
Rob Portman brings to the table much of the budgetary wiz of Ryan with the bitter taste of having worked for George W. Bush’s budget staff. Physically Portman resembles a Mitt Romney brother, not a son. Portman is less vibrant a personality than Ryan but on the scales of electoral votes, Ohio with 18 electoral votes trumps Wisconsin.
To blow up the electoral map there is Marco Rubio, the Pillar of Fire.
And Romney has announced Paul Ryan as his running mate today.
I have a few (minor) thoughts on that and I'll try to weigh in Monday.. Sorry no movie post this week. Didn't plan to get sick.
Going out with C.I.'s "Iraq snapshot:"