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Yesterday, I found out my cousin is getting divorced in a extremely complicated situation that basically involves a transgender murder plot, and it put my own life's issues in sudden perspective. Suddenly, being anxious over playoff hockey seemed a very slight burden to bear, in the grand scheme of things.
I thought it was past time for a music post. So, here is a music post.
( CUE THE MUSIC, MYRNA, BECAUSE THIS SQUARE DANCE IS ABOUT TO BEGIN )
In further updates on my workplace bathroom situations! A brief story:
So the lights in our floor's bathroom are motion-sensitive and go off if nothing in there moves for a good amount of time-- I dunno, at least ten minutes. I walked in and they were dimmed off, and then immediately came on as I came in. So I'm alone, I thought. But, NOPE. Someone in the last stall immediately starts rustling about, and in fact, still had not emerged by the time I finished, washed my hands, and left. Which meant they had to either:
1. Be in there long enough with minimal movement so the lights went out So, either sleeping, crying, really long shit, etc.
2. Were somehow ninja enough to get in there in the first place without setting off the sensors. (I then immediately emailed Twig, Lunar, and Flidget to ask them about the possibility of bathroom ninjas, as they were currently in Japan and probably had firsthand experience to answer with.)
I thought about lingering outside the bathroom to sate my curiosity, but in the end, I prefer to keep the mystery alive.
I thought it was past time for a music post. So, here is a music post.
( CUE THE MUSIC, MYRNA, BECAUSE THIS SQUARE DANCE IS ABOUT TO BEGIN )
In further updates on my workplace bathroom situations! A brief story:
So the lights in our floor's bathroom are motion-sensitive and go off if nothing in there moves for a good amount of time-- I dunno, at least ten minutes. I walked in and they were dimmed off, and then immediately came on as I came in. So I'm alone, I thought. But, NOPE. Someone in the last stall immediately starts rustling about, and in fact, still had not emerged by the time I finished, washed my hands, and left. Which meant they had to either:
1. Be in there long enough with minimal movement so the lights went out So, either sleeping, crying, really long shit, etc.
2. Were somehow ninja enough to get in there in the first place without setting off the sensors. (I then immediately emailed Twig, Lunar, and Flidget to ask them about the possibility of bathroom ninjas, as they were currently in Japan and probably had firsthand experience to answer with.)
I thought about lingering outside the bathroom to sate my curiosity, but in the end, I prefer to keep the mystery alive.
