Yep. The Colonel. You know the Colonel - the bane of my work existence. The one who makes coffee from bathroom water and can't sell to save his life, but is the "senior" sales rep for our company.
He recently had a series of strokes and was in ICU. By the grace of God, he survived without paralysis, and even made it back to work.
Well, Mr. Smarty Pants told us he was required by the doctors to quit smoking. He did okay for a while, but yesterday he was back to old ways.
I busted him and he confessed. Said he would talk to the cardiologist he was seeing yesterday to prescribe him that patch. We informed him he didn't need a prescription - he needed to walk into Walgreen's.
Well, we don't know the status yet. He called in sick today.
More as we learn it.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
He's Smokin'
Posted by Lynda at 8:21 AM
Labels: smoking, the colonel
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4 comments:
You know what? Let the dude smoke. If that is the path he CHOOSES to take, and God and the grim reaper come calling, well.....
quitting smoking is HARD-I should know I have tried many times to stop...I am positive that This new yr will be the yr I kick the habit
;-)
Quitting is hard, but it sounds like he's making exscuses... putz
I wish him luck it is not easy.
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