This Is Why I Don’t Leave The House.

So, I’m sitting at work today and I get that feeling. You know, that feeling that you get right before your body decides to expel the very tissue it created? That’s right, ladies. I’m talking about that feeling you get right before you start your period. I don’t know how many other women out there know the instant they start menstruating, but I am one of them. And even though I took the last active pill of my pill packet two days ago, guess who was unprepared for this event? Me. Of all days.. *sigh*

So, I tried to beg an early finish off my boss. “No way,” he says, “I have clients coming in and I need you to witness a will.” I, of course, freak out. I know most of you are probably thinking, ‘This is nothing. I once got my period while I was tapdancing in front of the Queen over a pool of sharks in a white skirt.’ but the thing is, to me it is a huge thing. I have never really gotten over the fact that I have to go through menstruation once a month for the rest of my life, practically. From the morning of my 13th birthday, to right now as I type this, I hate my period. The only reason I can tolerate it is because it means I am (hopefully) capable of having children.

Anyway. So I freak out. My boss goes back to his office and I start thinking of ways to either get out of work or get some type of sanitary pad in here, on the double! Finally, I remember when Belle used to work here, a drawer that she stocked with pads. When I see it, labeled ‘Personal’, I could almost cry in relief. But wait, what if there isn’t anything in there? I actually hold my breath as I open it - I am not kidding. When I open the drawer though, my mind is temporarily confused. What are these large, brickish type things? Oh. My. God. The horror! I can’t believe how much the design and technology of sanitary napkins, of all things, has progressed over the years.

I suppose the moral of this story is never be unprepared when Tom (Time Of the Month) is due to come calling. Oh, and don’t read your sister’s blog if you don’t want to be grossed out. =P

Posted on October 30, 2007 at 1:59 pm by Lisa. Categories: Work.

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