Friday, April 3rd, in addition to being payday, was the day our group
had a going away party for one of our more likeable cohorts, who was moving
on to gainfull employment elsewhere. We had a potluck lunch and the Sole
Proprietor, for whatever reason, had to arrive late, bringing with him some
pork buns bought at a local Chinese Deli.
He thinks it was the pork buns, but he'll know better Monday. Only one
other person had the pork buns and we'll see if he had a similar experience.
There was one other possibility, but that means a lot more people will have
Monday stories to tell. At least the Sole Proprietor shot himself in the foot
with his own bun.
And? Food poisoning. Lunch at 12:30, symptoms by
8:00PM that evening. The bathroom looks like something from a very bad
nightmare. Recovery will be complete when he realizes its time to clean
it up. So. Been a long time. Ten years since the last episode? Not long
enough.
Ah, this is being written later. No more symptoms of food poisoning.
Skipped work on Monday when he realized that food poisoning at his age
is now a three day trip.
Played with the manequin in Photoshop. Maybe shouldn't have adjusted
contrast and brightness so heavily. Next time shoot with a flash fill
in the sun light. This, however, is the sort of photograph you think of when you
have food poisoning.
