Thank goodness I was back in the office today and don't have to work remotely until Friday. It was nice to have a land line phone, a proper desk and chair, two computer monitors and best of all, no asshole cat yelling at me, walking on my keyboard, laying down on my trackball (while my hand is on it) or batting my pens onto the floor!

All kidding aside, it really was good that I was in the office. There's an older guy I work with that has an office near me that I play-clash with all the time. Dude used to answer his phone "Trump Headquarters". BAH! You know, we kid around and I give him shit for being a conservative Republican and slam his door shut every time he listens to Rush on high volume. I've told him "You can blast anything you want, but not him!" The shrieking! "Hillarrrrrry!!!!" Jeez, get a new topic! Oh wait, he shrieks about Nancy Pelosi now too. Anyway, we were talking about how his new face mask looks like a jockstrap (I swear, it does!) and he threw his head back a couple of times snorting with laughter, I thought he was going to say "yeah right" or something (we'd been laughing, it wasn't a serious conversation), but he didn't! His head went back, cracked against the corner of the door jam, he twisted around and went down. HARD! Crash!! I jumped up and called out for our boss (I forgot he was on crutches) and another co-worker to come help. He was only about 4 feet from me, so I went directly to his head, lifted it and straightened it out so his airway was clear and got a co-worker to get his legs straight. I'm holding his head calling out his name, asking if he can hear me. He was breathing, but not responding. He finally came around about a minute later (a loooong minute) and had no idea he was on the floor and not standing up (seriously, he thought he was still standing) and had no memory of blacking out and going down. It was scary!

We got him a cold bottle of water, a bowl of fresh berries and toast. He said he hadn't eaten yet when it happened, so I'm guessing his blood sugar dropped too low. He's a big guy, I'd say 6'2, 350lbs. No way I'd be able to shift him by myself. He eats like crap (2-3 donuts every morning, in addition to his breakfast), so is probably diabetic, but doesn't know it. When we talked about it, he said he was feeling crummy earlier at home and saw spots, but came in to the office anyway (no, he doesn't have the virus, he was tested Friday and everything came back negative). Who knows what would have happened if it happened when he was alone? I mean, he was in the office by himself for part of yesterday when the rest of us worked from home. He could have really hurt himself!

I kind of have to laugh though, if it hadn't have gone right, the last conversation he had would have been how his mask looks like a jockstrap.

The rest of the day was uneventful. A client that I was supposed to talk with on the holiday last week, but didn't answer when I called, finally sent me some of the documents I need and said he wanted to talk with me today, but never called. I was able to have calls with everyone else on my calendar, so that was good. Got a lot done.

So, yeah, kind of a mixed bag for a Tuesday!