Heroes of Productivity, #28: Infectious Work Ethic
They come back to work early, still fighting that hip-deep bronchial cold / animal-specific flu / top-of-the-line superbug. Too important to make it a three-day weekend, they make a quick cameo Friday morning and, by the time they’re gone, they’ve infected us all. They’re the Johnny Appleseed of hard, dark phlegm pips, the Harriet Tubman of mucus liberation, and the That Fertility Doctor Who Impregnated All The Ladies In That One Town With His Own Soft Batch of wanting to throw-up all rolled into one. Davy Crockett.1
Somewhere there is a Virus Liberation Front to which they must belong: some (self-)interest group, some identity sect that places the lives of viruses on equal phaging with human beings, if not a capsid higher (to compensate for the dominant culture’s callous disinterest in other cultures). Their strident and incorruptible belief in their cause evidenced in the motto, seen half-raised, flagging, on protest signs carried from wheeled sickbeds, “The only fair deal is an immunocompromise”
Evangelical, they proliferate their cause by coughing directly in to the mouths and eyes of passersby. Unselfishly sharing their infection collection through every fat one honked into our food or water supply.
1Poop, I think. Just not sure how…