Day 8: I Threw Up Today

I did not throw up intentionally today. But I did throw up. Perhaps it was the fact that I got aggressive with someone today, or perhaps it was the heat. Or perhaps it was the $1 Double Cheeseburger I wolfed down (woopsie!) but not to worry! I threw it right up. I didn't even get through the sammich before it was coming back up!

And I need to tell you a little background about my company: A lot of immigrants work at the gigantic production area in back. Many of these immigrants bring their... unusual bathroom activities with them. (Unusual being the best possible word I could think of at the time. I am not meant to be a writer, what with my lack of synonyms.)

And so I am throwing up, and lo and behold, I am kneeling in pee, and there is pee and shoe prints alllllll over the toilet.

And wouldn't you know it! That made me throw up EVEN MORE.

I mean how do get shoe prints on the UNDER SIDE OF THE TOILET LID. HOW DOES THAT EVEN HAPPEN?

Luckily I wore a skirt today, so I was able to wash the other people piss off my legs (somewhere right now, out in the great wide world, my mother is recoiling in horror, and she does not know why.)

I couldn't even eat my carrot sticks after that. I had a whole lot of Gatorade instead. And some pop because I needed a stomach settler. Thank goodness I have a whole case of ginger ale in my desk.

I also ate part of a muffin later, but that made me feel oookie and mookie, to use the terms I would use as a child (right before I would hide my face in my mother's drapes and vomit. I was a wonderful child.)

All around it was a stellar day. As you can probably tell.