I've had a headcold/coughs/sneezes/sore throat thing on the go since Monday - my mum phoned me and freaked out when she heard my bunged upness. She let it go, though.

Plus, having the flu at a time like this and working in the airport is, I shit you not, the most fun thing EVER. I had like no customers on Wednesday. I'd sneeze (politely into my tissue, I might add) and they'd scatter from my counter like marbles. It was insane fun to watch. Probably makes me an evil person, but hey, I despise people once they cross the threshold of my airport. They are, as a general rule, nice to we workers roughly 5% of the time. Revenge. I has it.