You Don't Bring Me Flowers...

Hi Poor Neglected Bloggy!

I tell you these full time jobs such time suckers! And while on the subject of jobs I thought I'd share this wee anecdote of completely inappropriate office behavior...

I have already mentioned that I work in a Triple Wide trailer. The gist of this is that it is a pretty small office so everyone sort of knows everyone else. In this minute microcosm of construction management there are only three women, my boss, my immediate coworker and myself. Fortunately despite our small numbers, we gals have a restroom facility all to ourselves.

So one day I'm sittin' there at my desk, which is pretty much the closest one to the door of the ladies'. At this point in the afternoon I am the only female in the trailer. And what do I hear, but some big man clumping around the other side of the trailer, past the men's room and into the ladies'. Now I try not to be a horrible busy body, but I just have to swivel around and make sure that I heard right, and yes indeed the door to the women's room is shut and locked. Hmmm, that's sort of rude. And then much to my dismay what follows the MOST harrowing cacophonic symphony of restroom noises that one hopes to never hear in one's long and varied lifetime. Not only were this man's nether regions making appalling noises, but due to his grunting and groaning all of the residents of the nearest county could tell that this man was suffering some grave and debilitating intestinal distress. In MY restroom.

And for some reason I am sitting there, cheeks aflame, horribly embarrassed, and yet pissed that this man decided to take the 7 extra steps and commit this horrible desecration in the LADIES ROOM! And I sit there arguing with myself, do I do it? Do I whip my head around and give this man the EVILEST STINK EYE IMAGINABLE when he finally emerges from his den of iniquity? Or do I pretend to have heard nothing untoward coming from the LADIES ROOM, and let the perpetrator get away unidentified?

And then it happened, flush... splash splash, crinkle... click, and whoosh. The door opened. And I completely chickened out, and found the most amazing piece of lint between the "H" and "J" keys of my keyboard to study until the clumping was only a distant memory.

And then the wall of stench hit me. Evil, EVIL, man.