ammogirl

Today was the first day in about one million that it didn’t rain and was actually above 50 degrees for more than no minutes.  Seriously over the rain.  Is it April showers?  Bringing May flowers?  Or is it the Lion/Lamb one?  I don’t know, maybe that’s March.  Whatever, I want the sun to come out.

I am working midnight to noon during the upcoming exercise.  I, somehow, found myself in the position of the only one with experience, resulting in me having to work a schedule that covers both 12 hour shifts.  I’m not looking forward to it, actually.  Still, it’s good experience (or so the party line goes).  The one good thing this whole thing resulted in was forcing me to finish the last of the five tests I have been bitching about for the last nine months.  So, yeah, I’m done with that.

Anyway!  I am wondering something.  At work, I have to listen to the men I work with talk about taking a crap, or fart, or…well, any number of really disgusting body-related things.  They talk about this stuff with no shame, and they all laugh about it, ha ha ha.  HOWEVER.  When I get up from my desk and mention I will be right back because I have to pee, literally every guy in the room says some form of, “GEE THANKS, didn’t want to hear that” or “that’s so gross, why do I need to know?”   I ask you, WHY IS THAT OFFENSIVE?  Is me peeing that much more disgusting than the graphic description of that morning’s beer shit?  IS IT?

Okay then.  Back to my hiatus.

Tschuss!!