I work in a public place. Every time I go out or come back in, I have to touch doors touched by hundreds of germ-ridden undergrads.
Not to mention whiny alumnae who say "I'm so mad I had to come in here, and I have a fever and I have a doctor's appointment today and you people messed up my computer the other twelve times I came in here" at which point I close my door but it is TOO LATE because she TOUCHED EVERYTHING right before I came back in here.... aaauuuuuughh....
(Not to mention that she should give up using computers completely, by the sounds of the rest of the conversation that I could still hear after closing my door.)
That was yesterday. Today I feel like I'm coming down with something. Even more than I did last week when one of the students had bronchitis. And I never did get sick that time. And I put things off because I didn't want to spread the germs.
At this rate I will never find a time to go visit brand new twin babies.
Maybe I should wear gloves and a mask and carry a can of lysol.
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I open all doors with paper towels these days. It marks me as a wacko, but I'm a healthy wacko...
If nothing else, think how satisfying it would be to spray the sickie alum with disinfectant. Yeah, okay, so it might get you fired... but it's still tempting.
I hate it when I wash my hands and then take five steps and am at the door that can only be opened by grabbing and pulling. So much for the handwashing. :-P But hey, I still get that bonus of extra dry skin, so that's something, right?
Grump, grump.
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