Throwback Thursday to an Hour Ago

So then there was the time where my coworker tried drugging me. Twenty minutes ago.

This blog post is actually being written while I'm half passed out on the floor of my office.

All I ever wanted was an Advil for my headache, but my coworker gave me 2 tiny white pills which she promised, 'worked way better.'

I have trust issues because of people like her.

She seemed trustworthy enough, and I was pretty sure she wouldn't want to kill me, but no. Twenty minutes after popping those little harmless things, my head started spinning, my arms went weak and I got super nauseous. I passed out on the bathroom floor for a good amount of time and the lady never even came looking for me. I could've been a missing person for a few days before she'd even realize that I was gone. (Note to self: only hire people who don't want to kill me.)

I really try to be a good person. I swear. I don't go around drugging good people. Because it's wrong and I was pretty sure this was one of those golden rules. Like an unspoken-because-I-was-pretty-sure-it-was-common-freakin-sense type of rules.

But instead of being on the beach having a relaxing July 4th BBQ, I'm on the verge of a midlife crisis, having some sort of allergic reaction and chilling in the ER waiting room. But hey, at least I figured out how to get out of having to work on the 4th of July...