Let's Partying, ok?

On Tuesday, when I came down with the dreaded influenza, my supervisor was driving me home from the doctor and the flowing conversation ensued.

Supervisor: “Do you think you’ll be able to come to tomorrow??”

Me: being the hardworking ALT that I am I assumed she meant could I come to work the next day. “I don’t know……”

Supervisor: “I really hope you can come. It’s going to be really fun.”

Me: Hai? Work, fun? I guess if you’re talking about lunchtime when we play ping pong on the 6th floor, then yeah, it’s fun. Anyway, I figured out she was actually talking about the goodbye party that the office was having for those BOE members who were changing positions. Who cares if I can’t make it to work, as long as I can get lung cancer at the party after, right? I didn’t go.