Too Much Time On My Hands

This post is not a tribute to Styx, although I've had that song stuck in my head all day. Why? Because I haven't had anything to do at work since I only have three days left. So is it any wonder I've got too much time on my hands, it's hard to believe such a calamity. Ta ta too much time on my hands.

Haha - hopefully some of you caught the fact that you're singing a bit of Styx.

Anywho...Since I have time to Google everything from squirrel fishing to new arrivals at Banana Republic, I thought this would be a good time for a random post. Awkward, embarrassing yet funny moments in my life - the list is endless, but I thought I would share the most recent episode.

Thursday, April 10, 2008:
After all the hot chocolate I drank earlier in the morning, I go to the office bathroom. Luckily, I have the place to myself (I have a very shy bladder and have difficulty when someone is in the next stall. Laugh if you want, but office bathrooms are a place of anxiety for people like me.)

So I finish with no company, and begin to unlock and open the door. I begin to unlock and open the door. I continue to try and unlock the DAMN door. What is wrong with this f-ing lock?! Ok. I throw my shoulder into the stupid door. Nothing. Looking down at the space between the floor and the wall separating each stall, I consider just sliding into the other stall. I bend down. No dice - the space is too small and I do NOT want to crawl on the bathroom floor. Ick! I step on the toilet planning my climb up and over into the next stall. Not happening either - I'd definitely end up with a foot in the toilet with that kind of attempt. I look at the small floor space and reconsider.

Lying down on my stomach (on the company's bathroom floor!), I army crawl backwards to the next stall hoping the entire time that nobody walks in to see me on the cold tiles. After some heavy handwashing, I tell our receptionist about the busted lock in the bathroom and how I managed to get out.

Word gets around the office quickly.