Pre-Thattimeof Hemonth Syndrome

*WARNING*
Viewer discretion advised. Not recommended for male eyes.


   Okay, so I wasn't going to blog about this, but I said I wasn't going to be censored so here we go. First of all, yes, I stole my title from the Ambers' blog, but I thought it was creative. I have never seen it put that way before. If you're male and still reading this and have no idea what my title means because you're clueless, I'll spell it out for you. This blog is about PMS.
   Those of you who have known me for awhile know I'm not usually affected by such a silly, girly thing as PMS. For the past few months it's been happening more often. I'm currently on day three with nothing going on down below, which is super frustrating. Again guys I will try to help you relate if you're still brave enough to continue on. Imagine you have been painfully constipated for three days. Nothing is going on below, but you're in a whole lot of pain and constantly making trips to the bathroom. That's as close as I can get as a comparison for you.
   So I have been popping Excedrin like candy and trying not to freak out at the littlest things today. My day started with Boss trying to prove a point about our quality monitoring tool. I told him I would escalate the "issue", but I never did. I just agreed to agree so I could get the hell out of his office before I said something I would regret. 
   Right after my escape I found out I had to conduct an interview, which I wasn't notified of previously. This interview was a complete waste of time. The applicant was dumber than a box of rocks, not the brightest bulb in the box, not the brightest crayon in the box...and any other box related analogy you can come up with that tells you this person is just stupid as all get out. 
   HCB was at work today, annoying the hell out of me, as usual. I just ignored him all day except, of course, I had his PEP today. We all know how much I enjoy those.
   My memory was also pretty shot today. A couple of times in the middle of a conversation I forgot what I was even talking about. I couldn't recall simple things like the authorization code to dial out of the center. 
   I was on the edge so many times today I'm surprised I went the whole day without snapping at someone. I almost screamed at myself for dropping a pen today. How crazy would I have looked screaming out on the floor of a call center about a pen?
   When I came home I decided to treat myself to some nachos, but when I was grating the cheese my hand slipped and the knuckle of the thumb on my right hand ran across the grater. Do you have any idea how hard it is to finish making nachos thumbless? It's freaking hard!
   Any way all I gotta say if that I better be done with this business before Saturday. I have a drag show to go to!!