Since I flew in last night, drank way to fucking much on Friday and
Saturday, have allergy issues like you read about and lost my voice, I
sound like 19 octaves below whiskey, cigarettes and a lifetime of
regret. My voice is shot, and I sound quite unwell.

So, the woman in the adjacent cubicle just offered to cover for me.=20
She suggested I go into the "Retreat" * and lock the door, while she
runs blockage in our corner.

I’m actually fine, I just sound like the embodiment of poor decision-making=
..

* Did I mention the Retreat? Apart from being all green and luxe and
California style, this modern office space has a special room.=20
There’s a fainting couch, sink and medicine cabinet behind a closed
(and lockable door), where one can retreat from the trials and
tribulations of office work and rest up. There ain’t nothing this
place doesn’t have.