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If you don't know already, my monthly enemy visits don't come monthly. It only decides to visit when it feels like it. I don't know how to predict it. At times it won't come for up to half a year. Being such, I often don't carry my protection around because it's just a hassle.
So the other day, I got one of those surprise visits. (who would've thunk it would actually come in a month since the last one?!) I was at work and did not have a spare shield. But I had to deal with my enemy. Somehow. The wonderful thing about working in the tech industry is that there are hardly any girls. The horrid thing about working in the tech industry is that there are hardly any girls. Who are you supposed to ask for an extra pad? Not your local lab technician, that's for sure.
I had to resort to the vending machine in the bathroom.
Heck, it's only 25 cents. I take it out of the lovely box, and lo and behold, it is as thick as the 4th Edition Webster's English Dictionary. Great. And I had a beach volleyball game that afternoon. It was wonderful walking around with a dictionary between your legs, and then running in sand to top it off.
And you can always count on your socially-inept male engineering teammates to make EXTRA fun of you that day during the game. I was the only girl playing that day...which means, get ready for teasing. My frustration slowly built up (you know how it is on the first day of your enemy visit!), and I was on the verge of screaming...
"I have a freakin' DICTIONARY between my legs and I'm NOT afraid to use it!!!"
But of course, I am more socially-apt than ANY of those engineers combined, so I kept my calm and merely gave a deathly smile. :)
One hard day's night, my Dell New Hire friends and I went to eat at TGI Friday's for dinner. I ordered a nice big glass of frozen margarita, which TGIF is famous for-- not necessarily for its taste but more for its size.
We hadn't worked at Dell that long yet, and still feeling like newbies. We had a lot of grumbles and mumbles and fumbles to share. In my subconscious mind I'm thinking, these people do not know of my reputation that has preceded me throughout high school and college. (for those of you who know me, I'll let your imagination come up with the descriptive adjectives) I can make a good impression! I was extra careful not to act like a dimwit.
Anyhow, I get up to go to the restroom. I walk into a stall, finish my business. I walk out to wash my hands, as all good sanitary citizens do. I see a sink and walk to it with my arms stretched out and.... *WHAM!* straight into a mirror!! The freakin' mirror was placed right in front of the stall, reflecting the sink. How stupid is that?! I should sue TGIF for making me feel like a fool. (and this is BEFORE the margarita, mind you)
Naturally, being the ridiculously honest person that I am, I go back to the table and tell my friends what happened. They laugh endlessly, one of them indirectly calling me a jackass and the other one having trouble breathing. hmm. Lovely. Once again I prove to be the kind of person my reputation claims to be.