*refuses to gargle*
I want to know who in the world came up with the ridiculous notion that gargling with
a. warm salt water (and ha ha, Love, you missed making me do so! :p (*instantly hides again*))
b. mouthwash
c. lukewarm orange juice or
d. some other funky combination that doesn't work any more than the others do
would help sore throats. Much less loss of vocalization.

Heh, it's so strange for me to rant here that my voice is gone. Being without my voice in IRL for the past 12 hours has driven me nearly insane (moreso that usual, so HA!), and yet to say so online is redudant, if not a moot (pun intended?) point. Voices aren't a necessity to forums, instant messaging (unless you're into the microphone stuff, which never seems to work for me), and emails; it's like...like...well, I had a nifty analogy, but it sounded much more sensical in my head, so there it shall stay. ^^

I was hoping to stay home from work today, but could not call in, because one. my phone was dead and two. they wouldn't be able to hear me anyway.
I did go to work and poor Greg was flumoxed (and is that not just a nifty word); somehow, we're slipping back into short staffédness, and VP Murphy was also visiting stores, so Greg had to stretch to cover everything.
He couldn't let me go, and decided to put me in Expo. Expo. The one solitary job code that demands yelling as a primary skill. The irony is so thick that you could cut it with a knife.

I had a nifty little rant about Tuesday night with Ron and the inexplicable (not to mention first ever) write up that Debbie decided to hand me, but wretched Blogger ate it. I also had some awesome songs that have been bouncing around in my head, but I just don't know which one to post right now. Urgha.

"Whatsa matter, Ginny, can't talk? Hmmmm....that means you're dumb, doesn't it." ~~smart alecky Greg