Yeah, it's good to see you, too

They still sneeze their virus-laden sputum into the air, where millions of molecules can stay floating for as long as 30 minutes, waiting for a new victim to walk past. They still wipe their disease-laden hands onto phones, desks, door handles and taps, and work in a festering heap of snotty tissues and half-eaten packs of Codral.

The Sydney Morning Herald, one of my favorite sources of over-the-top writing, doesn't like it when you come in to work instead of calling in sick. And it has a name for you: "Flu martyr." I don't want to hear someone with an Australian accent pronounce that.