Cringing and taking cover every time the temp sounds like she's about to hack up a lung.
Singing Row, Row, Row Your Boat when I wash my hands and snickering at the Life Is But a Dream part.
Ignoring the constant queasy feeling in my stomach.
Fighting the urge to bitch slap the co-worker who uses a paper towel to open the restroom door and then uses the same paper towel to open every other door on the way back to her desk.
Do not touch face.
Still ignoring that queasy feeling in my stomach.
Wondering how they can claim an epidemic is declining and admit there are new cases popping up all in one sentence.