I got in this morning and one of the guys I work with kept complaining about not feeling good. One of hte girls in the office was giving him a hard time saying it is all in his head. Then he said "actually, it's all in my stomach." Since this is our busiest time of year, they aren't going ot send him home unless he is on his death bed. I really hate this time of year! We all have to share a printer/copier/fax machine etc. At least we have our own phones! I really hope I don't get whatever it is!