1) I'm eating lunch- leftover cheeseburger from last night's dinner. I was 2-3 bites in when I take a bite and as I'm pulling the burger away from my mouth to detach the bite from the burger, nothing happens. There is a hard piece of something (gristle? connective tissue?) that will.not.detach. Ew ew ew! I already don't like gristle in meat, but in my current, ::ahem:: (TMI alert!) state of menses, it was ALL I could do to not hurl what little I had eaten back up all over my desk. I literally sat still for like 5 straight minutes until I felt I could continue. Not good.
2) I go to the restroom. We have toilets equipped with auto flush. After finishing up, I'm getting my clothes arranged back to my liking and the toilet flushes, splashing a single drop of toilet water UNDER MY FREAKING LIP. For a germaphobe such as myself this is BAD NEWS anyway. For a queasy germaphobe who is already struggling to keep her lunch down from the yuckiness she bit down on in her cheeseburger, this was a freaking disaster. I booked it to the sink where I frantically soaped up my hands and scrubbed that spot for a solid 10 seconds.
[This message edited by abbycadabby at 1:43 PM, April 2nd (Wednesday)]