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Written by ADI
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01/05/12 |
 Over the past few weeks, about 75% of Advanced Direct's staff have been afflicted with a virus we affectionately call "The Sick". Chances are you have as well, or know someone close by (keep them at arm's length) who have experienced The Sick. Symptoms include thunder-like coughing, scratchy throat, runny nose, aches, chills, airway constriction- you get the picture. At one point we even divided our main conference room into sick and non-sick areas to try to protect those still standing.
Laughter is the best medicine, and thankfully we have talented people on our team that can produce the following panacea. Thanks to Tobey Miller for being so creative and writing it!
'Twas the week before Christmas and all through ADI
The hacking, the coughing, absenteeism high.
The sniffles and sneezing could be heard through the hall.
Every day, it seemed, another victim would fall.
We wanted to be home, nestled, snug in our beds
While hallucinations from NyQuil danced through our heads.
But the work kept on coming and so we pushed through,
All the while sounding like we all had the flu.
But it was not to be the flu that beset us,
Twas a mammoth cold virus that would ultimately get us.
One after another we went to the doctors,
Who said there was nothing for the coughs that had rocked us.
As Christmas approached, we sniffled our greetings,
No one feeling much like drinking or eating.
For most, Christmas was spent in bed,
Dozing through Bendryl, Mucinex and Sudafed.
Tissues like the crest of a new fallen snow
Littered our dustbins as we'd blow and blow.
Pushing through New Years and feeling a little better,
We were all still feeling quite under the weather.
We posted on Facebook, seeking some solace
Who brought this dastardly plague to our office?
And what about those who appeared not to fall?
They must be undead to withstand this at all!
We return for the new year, still racked with this cough
Downtrodden and tired and still feeling off.
We truss ourselves up with hand sanitizer,
And we hoard our cough drops in our desks like misers.
Woe to the day we find the cold culprit.
Who knows what atrocities we might commit!
If misery loves company, it loved ADI too well.
Will we ever recover? Only time will tell!
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