My boss used to be an ICU nurse.

That means that every time I get sick, she likes to pretend she is a doctor.

She asks a lot of personal questions, like what colour my phlegm is, and why I haven't listened to her and gone and got some antibiotics already.

I fear she also secretly wants me to strip naked for a physical.

Anyway. I am into a week of being sick.

The upside of having a boss who used to be an ICU nurse (and is still licensed) is that she has been supplying me with a constant flow of Codeine-laced goodies that those rat-bastard chemists would never sell me.

Rock. On.

I was at a lunch last week and a guy said he used to be a chef, and then went on about the places he used to work in, and what his favourite dishes were.

I said, what a coincidence… that I also used to be a cook.

He asked what I used to make.

“Methamphetamine.”

Maybe that's why the chemists won't sell their drugs to me…

Bastards.

Actually, I think the real reason she's feeding me so much Codeine is that she's leaving for an overseas business trip this week and needs me working at work, so that all her work is finished before she leaves work to do some work overseas.

But still. Free Codeine!