When Your Building Loses Water

Last night I got an early start on my bedtime routine. I hate getting up and getting ready in the mornings and found that taking my shower at night helps me. So I got all clean, combed my hair out, pulled it back in a pony to let it air dry some (this also helps me manage my time under the dryer) and headed back out to the living room.

My brain was addled and really not wanting to focus on my programs I had setup to record, so I opted to grab my book and curl up in bed with it. I talked to Chandler around 9:30, we caught up on our days and said goodnight. Apparently I was a sleepy girl because I conked out shortly after, only to wake up around midnight, light on, cat next to me and my Kindle on my chest. Oh and my hair damp. . .

So I get up, dry my hair and realize that it will be a bad hair day for Wednesday but decide that I am too sleepy to worry about that. I crawl back into bed and promptly fell back to sleep. Weird dreams that made no sense danced through my head and when my alarm went off at six I hit snooze.

I hit snooze so many times I didn’t get out of bed until ten after seven. Umm, major morning fail. . . but I get out the door and use my Starbucks gift card to get my caffeine fix in the hopes of waking up since apparently I was very, very tired. I get to the office and start working, sucking the coffee down as quickly as I can. Then I get my Diet Coke fix started (yes, I have issues) and continue to make those spreadsheets dance.

Then I get an email. . .water main broke, downtown, building losing water. No worries I think, I mean, how hard can it be to fix a water main. Then I get another email. . . the water company estimates time of repair to be four hours. . . Bathrooms on first floor still working at the moment. . .

I continue to work, have lunch, read and try not to think about the fact that my bladder is ready for a break. I run downstairs and go to the restroom, praying that it doesn’t smell, it isn’t nasty and that it has at least one flush left.

Some businesses closed due to the break but we stayed open. I tried to talk my supervisor into letting me head home to work (and pee) but that was a no go. Of course when you are talking to a man about the issues of no running water, they don’t really get it. I mean, men can go anywhere if need be. . . At least I had hand sanitizer after my dash to the first floor.

Thank goodness they got it repaired but really, no water, no potty? I can do a mean pee pee dance but I really don’t think anyone I work with or anyone else in the building for that matter wants to see the dance. Just saying. . .


What you see is what you get; I am a Nashville girl who is single, again. I use the blog to get my inner, tortured, wanna be writer angst out. One day I just may write a book. I have been stumbling through life for 43 years now, I love to cook, read and figure out more embarrassing ways I can either harm myself (thank you hula hoop of 2010 and the case of the thrown back) or just prove how inept I am at household chores and dieting. The people you read about on here are real but most have had their names changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. And I really should make a list of them so I can remember! Enjoy, read, mock, laugh and comment, it really isn't difficult. Plus, I would prefer reading comments from real people as opposed to the weird spam comments I keep getting. Plus, I will always find the hardest path to follow and take that one, why would anyone want to take the easy way?!

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