I believe in karma.  And I believe karma has big, sharp teeth, the better to come back around and bite me in the ass.  I am sick enough to use sick leave.  I have a measly day and a half of sick leave to use.  Do you see my dilemma?

If I could just figure out how to maintain this sultry voice I’ve developed as the result of a dry, persistent cough, I could quit my low paying library job and go into the phone sex business.  Of course, what I consider “sultry” might be interpreted as “heavy-smoker.” Or worse, “transvestite.” But at $3.99 a minute, does it really matter?

Posted by Kristina in Musings at 12:09 AM Permalink