One of the best things about the internet is that you aren’t alone,ever. There is always someone else out there who has felt the way you feel, and there’s even a chance they are reading your words and nodding, or shouting “Hell yeah!” 50% of those people are probably in their underwear. WIN.
Recently at work I found myself suddenly and inexplicably melancholy. (Obviously I was also feeling a bit poetic, because really? Melancholy? I am so lame.) I moped around the office for a while trying to avoid any real work, and eventually ended up in the bathroom ready to cry while my coworkers celebrated Cinco de Mayo in the kitchen.
There’s something alluring to me about the solitude of the bathroom when I’m upset. It must be because I know I’m less likely to be interrupted or bothered while on that porcelain throne. Upset at work? Toilet. Mad at husband? Toilet. Hiding from kids? Toilet (Spoiler alert! That’s more than half of my memoir. Coming to a water closet near you!). I wanted to sit on that toilet forever. Just stay there and find a way to sleep sitting up and maybe live off the McDonald’s lunch I’d had 20 minutes earlier (emotional eater here!) for the next ten days.
That would be sufficiently melancholy and poetic. And self indulgent, too. As we all know, that sort of self indulgence doesn’t fly for the average joe. I am sure Britney or GaGa or Pink or some other one-named artist could get away with that shit, but not us. We have to suck it up and move on.
So I sat on the toilet and wrote a blog post on my smart phone (like you do), emailed it to myself, and then got up off my ass and got back to work. That’s life, right?
Since this is the internet, I know I am not alone here. Who else writes blog posts on the toilet has had to pick themselves up and get on with life this week? Tell me about it. I’m sure it’ll make me you feel better.
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Giggle I just read a post today someone must have written on the toilet because she had pics of her kids sitting in the hall waiting for her. :)
Becca – Please get out of that job ASAP! It’s doing more harm mentally to stay there then its worth. You sound depressed and miserable. You’re in a hostile situation and it’s not healthy. Good luck!
Ugh, this is me, pretty much every single day this week!!!
It started off with someone stealing my warrant badge/card wallet, that contained all my travel tickets, my bank card and work passes.
I then caught someone trying to steal my belongings (my return ticket home, of which i used the last of my money to buy), I reported it, the management spoke to the person, who denied my claim, and then asked his “friends” at work to say the same story as him, which they did. As it’s 2 to 1, the company are taking his side, even though he has a history of taking stuff that doesn’t belong to him. His friend then approached me in a very agressive manner shouting at me, screaming and when I said it was nothing to do with him, he stormed off shouting “this is what you get when you work with fucking women”. when I asked him to clarify what he said, he became even more agressive, stomped over to me, towered over me and actually bared his teeth (please note this guy is in is 50′s and had grandchildren!)
in my line of work we have notices up that we will not tolerate any kind of abuse from customers and will press for the strongest penalty of the law. this apparently doesn’t seem to be the case when one employee does it to another.
to add insult to injury, these guys are bad mouthing me in public, in front of other staff and customers. name calling etc. this guy even told everyone that i was so fat because i spend all my time stuffing my face with bargain buckets from KFC!! I’m not the slimmest of people, but I don’t over eat!
when i mentioned this to my boss today, he actually said “i was digging a hole for myself if i pushed this matter any further” (!!!!)
Sadly despite my complaints, the management at my company are not going to do anything. I can’t even go to the police because no one is willing to stand up and give a statement to what they witnessed.
I currently hate my job, and I dread every day when I have to go to work. Sadly I have to go to work to make money to pay bills. There are days where I think I’d rather be dead then go to work and when I’m walking to work I imagine scenarios of being dead (which is far from healthy and I would never do it, because mostly I am afraid of the pain i’d leave behind, but a little part of me thinks “why not, and leave a note naming and shaming the person who pushed you to it)
I have been keeping a diary of incidents at work since November last year, and I’m looking for a new job. I can’t work there any more, but I won’t let them see that they are getting to me. my visible weakness makes them feel stronger.
I wish I could hide in the toilets and blog from my iphone, except this guy spies of my blog and twitter and reports it to the management, so I have to be really careful what I say.
part of me really wants to corner him in a dark alley with a baseball bat covered in razor blades.
ugh. so stressed that i’m halfway through a bottle of red wine and it’s not even 6pm.
Twitter Name: becca_masters
to clarify, i’m not stressed because i’ve drank nearly half a bottle of wine, but stressed which is why i’ve drank half a bottle of wine!
i should learn to punctuate when stressed/angry/upset.
Twitter Name: becca_masters
If you know you’re going to be in there a while, might as well be productive. I’ve been known to answer email and tweet, no blog posts yet though.
Twitter Name: toywithme
It just might be possible that I have tweeted, Tumblr’d and blogged all from the throne.
That all sounds like something I should see the doctor about.
Of course I would never use it to hide from the kids or try to steal a few minutes peace. Absolutely not, never.
Twitter Name: penbleth
I just read this on the toilet! I read a lot on the toilet. It’s the only room in my house that doesn’t have a TV. Yet.
Twitter Name: handflapper
I’m too afraid to smart phone blog from the toilet. Surely I’ll drop it into the bowl. So I bring the iPad or laptop.
So far today my (15lb) dog has threatened a runner in the park. It’s pouring rain. Verizon screwed me with a work issue with my more detail-oriented boss. My camera battery died on this, Day 16 of my 365 photo project.
To make myself feel “better” I stomped off in the rain and let myself be overcharged in 2 separate places so that I can now own 2 camera batteries and (please please please) this no camera thing will never happen to me again.
Bah. Humbug.
Twitter Name: Kizzbeth
Thank God there are Smart Phones. Imagine dragging a typewriter into the stall. Imagine the office gossip?
Twitter Name: quirkout
I usually like to hide in the car and talk on the phone while the kids play in the yard. This works until they start climbing on the hood and banging on the windshield and I feel like I’m starring in my own horror film.
Twitter Name: kidsmademefat