When I finally reached our boss, I told the guy that I was feeling sick.
My boss took myself and others out for lunch on Thursday. I helped him with a job earlier in the day and he wanted to thank myself and others for doing excellent work. All of us went to a Mexican pizzeria that has $1 Tacos on Thursdays. I ate various chicken tacos and I had several beers to scrub it down. I started to know sick about an hour after I ate the food. My boss wasn’t feeling legitimately nice either. He knew something wasn’t right. I called the guy around 2 pm. I did not suppose I was going to be able to finish the maintenance that I was working on. My stomach was in knots and I felt appreciate I was going to throw up or use the lavatory. I was 10 mi from the closest gas station and I was in a lot of pain. I had to leave the address of the client several times. The lady was clearly starting to get annoyed when I left the minute time, however I could not stay there and I could not use her lavatory. When I finally reached our boss, I told the guy that I was feeling sick. He told myself and others that he was also feeling under the weather and the both of us believed that problem was the food at the pizzeria. I finished with the A/C maintenance as abruptly as possible and then I went home for the rest of the day. I spent a lot of time in the lavatory that night. After all of the food was finally out of our system, our stomach started to calm down and know better.