Spidered to death!

Get it? Like scared to death? By a spider? :) Haha.

Well, last week I was driving to work and all of a sudden I saw something out of the corner of my eye. Once I realized what it was I FREAKED out.


Imagine this, but with green spots.

 It was a spider, and not just a normal spider. A spider with green spots on its butt. It was hanging from a web that it was trying to make across my door. Now, freaking out while driving a car is generally a bad thing, so I tried to remain calm with my eyes on both the spider and the road, and with one hand on the stearing wheel while the other hand was frantically digging though my glove box in search of something to smash it with. After tearing apart my glove box, and trying to keep track of the spider, and of course the road, I found an old reciept and went to smash it.


I pomise it was scary.

 Well, it had started to move and when I went to kill it, it fell. On me. Almost running me off the road.


Okay... It wasn't this bad. I didn't even leave the lane.

 I quickly got back to drivng, and just tried to reamin calm for the remainer of my trek to work (not even 5 minutes left). It was hard, but I did it. I'm still afraid that the spider is going to randomly appear and scare me again.

Stay tuned for next weeks epidisode

When the flies attack!

Southern Belle in Paradise

*I hope paradise doesn't involve spiders in my face.*

Oh the joys of working late...

Last week my hours at work got changed from 7:30-4 to 8:30-5. I was originally fine with these hours of work. It meant I got to sleep in later, and since my life currently revolves around my jobs, I wasn't really missing out on anything by accepting to work later.

Well, that opinion quickly changed as I really just what working an hour later really meant...

Being the last person to leave the office everyday.



Okay... Maybe it's not this bad.



Now, don't get me wrong. It isn't always that bad. Some days I am only alone in the office for half an hour, and on occasion my boss is even here when I leave. But sometimes, I am alone for an hour and a half. Yeah, that doesn't sound like that big of a deal, but it really is when you realize just minutes after everyone leaves for the day that you can't leave the office until you are ready to leave for the day. Because once you leave you can't come back (my badge will not unlock the doors to my office). I realized this sad, unfortunate dilemma on day one of being left alone in the office... Because, unbeknownest to me my bladder was about to have a sudden need to explode... After trying and trying and trying to hold it (I had lasted an hour),



This is how I felt...



I just couldn't do it anymore... I could no longer keep my bladder from spontaneously combusting. I know that you all may be thinking to yourselves, "OH NO!!! Did poor little Amanda pee herself?!?" Or maybe even, "Did poor little Amanda pop a squat right there and pee into a bottle?" (Believe it or not, I have been asked the latter.) Well, the question came. You know, the one by Shakespeare? 

 To pee or not to pee?

That truly was the question. Was it worth leaving work half an hour early in order to refrain from the tragic event of peeing myself? Was hurriedly packing everything up, and turning off all lights, and locking the safe, and shutting all the doors really worth it? Could I really not hold it for just a couple more minutes?





I probably looked a bit like the roadrunner from loony toons.



Well, I did it. I packed everything up as fast as I could, and shut the doors behind me, racing to the nearest bathroom to avoid an eruption like Old Faithful.



Photo courtesy of Kim Greenfield from A Greenfield Photography.



I learned my lesson that day... Never let anyone leave without peeing first.

*To bad I forgot to pee before they left today... Only one hour left. I can do it. Right?*



Southern Belle in Paradise :)