Back to Normal?

Two short stories today.

Number one. Stoner returned to the office today after a few days of being "sick". Maybe he really was sick, he came in and looked a little thinner, but I notice he only coughs when someone asks him how he's doing. Carl Jr. came in and said to Stoner, "You look like you lost some weight."
Stoner replied with, "Yeah I didn't eat really for a few days. I just looked in the mirror and watched myself 'willow' away."
I'm guessing he didn't mean that he was shrinking down to 2 and half feet to fight alongside Val Kilmer.

Story number 2. I went to the back of the warehouse to talk to a guy (we'll call him Matt) that does a lot of our package construction and all kinds of mysterious cutting, machine operating & useful things. Now, I know I complained about a cold office, but the warehouse where Matt works all day was 42º. The boss's solution to this side of the building was to bring in one of those Kerosene heaters that looks like a mini jet turbine. The problem is that, A) it doesn't really warm up anything (it's just a little one) and B) you get noxious fumes filling the warehouse. Matt told me it was bad enough the first day that one of the Mexicans (not sure if they're legal or not, but they're good dudes) went home sick and threw up all night. The next day the same dude wore a mask to work (like the kind you're suppose to wear when painting indoors or traveling through bird flu countries).

ahhhh...good times.