September 18, 2003
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Bad Lunch
Just before coming in to work, I had lunch. Delia had prepared a couple of pieces of chicken thigh with a piece of red bell pepper and some onion. I don't know how long it had been sitting there, but it was cool when I ate it.
I had diarrhea shortly after I arrived in the office. I've felt miserable ever since, with a headache, chills, confusion and a general feeling of misery, all typical of mild food poisoning.
Food doesn't have to sit long to become hazardous to your health.
Eating some crackers has helped a little, as has drinking a bit of tea. I have less than ninety minutes left to go. It has been a quiet night so far, but things always pick up at about 23:00, when our contract customers start calling in. They will have a shot at us for nine hours, but only one hour of that is on my shift.
Except on weekends. Then we have to serve them for the whole shift ... and that's when I'm here alone for the four or five hours before midnight.
Saturday nights bring their own special problems, too. That's when the lonely drunks call in.
That would be all I'd need tonight. I'd be out of here.
I wasn't sure I'd last this long.
Now it's down to eighty minutes.